Elsewhere!
Within Sea Suppressing Immortal City, on a bustling street...
A young Mortal Cultivator emerged from a pavilion. On the plaque above its entrance were four neat, square characters: "Primordial Sea Shop"!
That was right.
This young Mortal Cultivator was the proprietor of this shop!
After leaving the shop, he briefly got his bearings before heading straight toward East Street.
Meanwhile.
After he had gone far from the "Primordial Sea Shop," the shop attendants began discussing among themselves.
"Tell me, why has the proprietor, who practically never comes downstairs, suddenly gone out this time?"
"Exactly, isn't that so?"
"I've been a clerk here for several years, and I've hardly ever seen the proprietor leave.
Never mind leaving the shop—
even seeing him come down to the first floor is rare!"
"But that makes it easy to see that the proprietor is an ascetic Mortal Cultivator."
"An ascetic Mortal Cultivator?"
"If I had enough miraculous Spirit Pills to advance my cultivation, I could cultivate year-round too."
"Even if I had to remain in closed-door meditation until the seas ran dry and the stones crumbled, I'd be willing!"
"You're talking big because you don't feel the ache.
One or two months is nothing?
I don't believe it!
Try cultivating bitterly for a year?"
"That kind of endless monotony would absolutely drive you mad!"
"I tried it before too. I lasted a month at most. Later, I simply couldn't endure that boundless dullness anymore, so I ended my seclusion!"
"Quit pulling my leg!
You just didn't have Spirit Pills to take. Relying solely on absorbing the Spirit Energy of heaven and earth for bitter cultivation, of course you wouldn't see the slightest bit of progress.
Who could stand that?"
"Enough. The shopkeeper is coming. If he catches you talking about the proprietor, he'll