After seeing Ji Zhen off, Yang Zhengshan spent another two days cultivating in seclusion within the mansion.
His exchange with Ji Zhen had brought him no small gains.
Although it had not directly improved his cultivation, it had given him something different in his understanding and perception of the Martial Dao.
In the courtyard of the Marquis Mansion's main compound, Yang Zhengshan stood like a statue. Snowflakes swept down from the sky and across the ground, like goose feathers, drifting in flurries and falling lightly onto Yang Zhengshan's shoulders and the top of his head.
Yet Yang Zhengshan's eyes remained closed, and he did not move at all. He paid no attention whatsoever to the snow piling thicker and thicker on his head and shoulders.
Inside the main hall, Yu Qingyi sat by the brazier making padded clothes for Mingzhao, lifting her head from time to time to look at Yang Zhengshan outside the door.
Green Mist and Red Cloud, meanwhile, looked at Yang Zhengshan with faces full of curiosity, not understanding what Yang Zhengshan was doing.
Time passed second by second, minute by minute. The snow piled on top of Yang Zhengshan's head had even grown into a pointed peak, yet he still did not move.
"Madam, should we call the Marquis in?" Green Mist really could not hold back anymore.
On such a freezing day, standing outside the whole time was no good!
Yu Qingyi shook her head slightly. "The Marquis is cultivating. Don't disturb him!"
"What is he cultivating like this?" Green Mist's face was full of confusion.
Cultivating!
Who cultivated like this?
Standing there without moving?
Yu Qingyi did not know what Yang Zhengshan was cultivating either, but Yang Zhengshan was not a child. Whatever he did naturally had his reasons.
Yang Zhengshan was indeed cultivating.