Outside the quiet chamber, Chen Feng used a spell to wash the dust from his body. Only after killing a tiny microbial creature did he push open the door and enter. The restriction at the door had already cut off all airflow.
He returned to this tiny sickroom.
Ai Qinglan still lay there quietly, only her abdomen had grown slightly larger.
Though the change was minute, it had indeed grown larger—under Chen Feng's Core Formation spiritual sense, the difference was exceedingly clear.
"Sister Lan... I'm sorry. I haven't had much time to talk to you these past few days. Every time I came back, I just kept reading." Chen Feng tidied several strands of Ai Qinglan's fallen hair—but he knew that there was almost no wind in this room capable of stirring it. Driven by the formation, the air only moved as a whole at an imperceptible speed. Ai Qinglan's hair was exactly as it had been when he left; not a single strand had shifted.
But he simply wanted to smooth it out.
Otherwise, this man would not have known what to do with his hands.
"Don't blame me for being heartless. Really, you're unconscious, so you don't know... No, Sister Lan, if it were you, perhaps you would have guessed long ago?" Chen Feng sighed softly. "What you said the year before last... the great leap in the Path of Living Beings driven by the Transforming Method has already begun to show itself."
"Everything is changing now... Even the empirical departments have adopted new methods. A huge batch of the old instruments has been directly phased out. Also... several firms dealing in empirical consumables have taken a hit. Mm, though resources are generally still allocated by the Immortal Alliance, so that can only be considered a minor detail..."