When Wang Qi left Divine Capital and returned to the Myriad Dharma Sect, a sense of tranquility enveloped him.
"Mm, it looked like I was still more accustomed to this peaceful kind of life." Wang Qi sighed. "I'd actually become a little unaccustomed to Divine Capital's environment."
The current Divine Capital had already become a thoroughly modern metropolis. That soaring atmosphere of rapid development could indeed easily make one's blood boil and inspire the urge to roll up one's sleeves and work solidly. Yet Wang Qi now found that he preferred quieter surroundings.
He felt that he truly needed to settle his heart lately as well.
After a while, Wang Qi raised his ring and looked at it, then finally shook his head. "It looked like he really had fallen asleep."
He had not come out to say a single word for so long.
After Linghuang Island, Zhen Chanzi had avenged his great hatred and completely let go of every obsession. As early as their time in the West Border, he had begun cultivating a certain visualization method to adjust his own remnant soul.
This adjustment would cause him to gradually fall into slumber. After several months, he could be completely separated out.
The relevant cultivators of Yangshen Pavilion would reshape his soul. Since Zhen Chanzi had been a Mahayana cultivator and his remnant soul could hardly form a blank soul, it was said that they had also designed an artificial Golden Core and artificial Foundation Base for him.
If Zhen Chanzi's recultivation showed promise, he could very easily wash away his New Dharma Foundation Base himself.
Of course, that was all a matter for much later.
For now, Zhen Chanzi had merely gone a month without speaking.
Wang Qi shook his head. Sometimes, without that nagging old man, life