Dry Abyss Realm, Fengxian County.
The Dry Abyss Realm and the Heavenly God Realm lay upon two different rivers of time, each flowing on its own without affecting the other. Xiang Yuan had spent several days in the Heavenly God Realm, yet returning to the Dry Abyss Realm took only the time it took to open and close a door.
Inside the rented little courtyard, Xiang Yuan sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. Palu logged in and began digesting, piece by piece, the gains and insights from the Southern Border.
He rose into the air without a breath of wind, his body still maintaining its cross-legged meditative posture. His eyes were half-open, half-closed, white light flickering within them as he sorted through strands woven from the laws of heaven and earth.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed. Digesting those insights had taken far longer than Xiang Yuan had expected; he had originally planned to finish in three days.
"Palu isn't cutting it. Has he been playing games on the company computer while he's supposed to be working?"
Though Xiang Yuan complained aloud, he knew perfectly well that there was no Palu more diligent in cultivation than Steady. It had taken so long because the harvest from Cloud Battle City had been bountiful, too much to digest in a short time.
"The Southern Border truly is a land of outstanding people and spiritual wonders!"
Xiang Yuan drifted to his feet, left the courtyard and Fengxian County, then arrived at Mute Village, intending to give Chan'er's stomach-fill bar another push.
After being left alone for so many days, that little tsundere was probably due for another tantrum.
The moment he arrived at the Upper Zhou Ruins, Xiang Yuan gave a soft sound of surprise. There was