Outside the Quiet Room, Murong Wanwan heard that familiar voice by her ear. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and more than half the worry in her beautiful eyes immediately dissipated.
She carefully savored the calmness and composure in his words, confirming that he was not merely putting on a brave front...
The heartstring that had been taut all this time finally relaxed.
To her...
As long as her Dao companion's life was not in danger, that was the greatest blessing.
What she feared most was that he would fail in his breakthrough, suffer a terrifying backlash, and perish on the spot.
After a few more brief exchanges through voice transmission, Murong Wanwan was completely reassured, and the light returned to her eyes.
She gave a slight nod toward the Quiet Room before lightly leaving the rear courtyard, looking back every few steps.
Inside the Quiet Room, Cheng Buzheng "watched" that graceful figure gradually depart. Only then did he slowly withdraw the golden light from his eyes, completely cutting off his perception of the outside world.
He gently closed his eyes and truly entered a state of deep meditation, nurturing his excessively depleted mind.
Time quietly slipped away amid his deep rest. In the blink of an eye, three days and three nights had passed.
The following morning.
Cheng Buzheng, seated upon the Cloud Bed, abruptly opened his eyes. A sharp gleam shone within them, and he was brimming with vigor.
The lingering exhaustion that had previously hung between his brows had already been swept away.
His aura was harmonious and full, his condition restored to its peak.
He hesitated no longer. With a turn of his wrist, an object appeared in his palm.
It was a Jade Slip made from a special material, cool and warm to the touch, with