After exchanging pleasantries for a while.
Ye Qifeng told Ni Huang about his travels over the past two-plus years.
Of course, it was nowhere near as detailed as when he had told Bibi Dong. Many matters were glossed over in a few words, while he focused more on the interesting sights and amusing tales he had encountered along the way.
Those were precisely the things Ni Huang was interested in.
Ye Qifeng sipped his tea as he spoke at an unhurried pace.
A faintly charming smile rested on Ni Huang's lips. With her jade hand supporting her delicate face and her elbow propped on the table, she quietly watched Ye Qifeng and listened to his stories.
For some reason, the irritability she had long felt due to her sluggish cultivation progress suddenly settled down.
Thanks to the cultivation resources provided for Pope Bibi Dong, Ni Huang had successfully broken through a level two years ago and was now a level 92 Title Douluo.
Yet after reaching level 92, Ni Huang discovered that her cultivation had become increasingly difficult. Her progress was exceptionally slow, practically crawling at a turtle's pace.
She vaguely sensed that if this continued, she would soon reach the limit of her talent.
For a Spirit Master, reaching the limit of one's talent meant that one's strength and realm would cease advancing.
In other words, one had reached the end of cultivation.
At that point, no matter how one cultivated, one would be unable to advance a single step. Even possessing abundant cultivation resources would be useless.
As time passed, one's strength and realm might even regress as the body aged and its functions deteriorated.
She had cultivated diligently and raced against time for two whole years, yet restricted by the limits of her talent, Ni Huang's Soul