When Wang Qi woke from his sleep, his expression was not very good.
Zhen Chanzi was somewhat worried. "Don't tell me you went astray in your cultivation? Your realm isn't high to begin with, and you casually altered your cultivation method..."
Wang Qi waved a hand, put on the ring with a grave expression, then went to the dining hall for breakfast.
Three days had passed since Zhen Chanzi had passed the ancient inheritance to Wang Qi. After improving the cultivation method on the first day, Wang Qi had done nothing else unnecessary. He lived each day strictly according to the rhythm of eating, sleeping, reading, and beating up minor monsters. Other than cultivating the Highest Purity meditation method for a while before bed every day, the matter seemed to have had no effect on him at all.
Yet Zhen Chanzi could clearly see that every morning when Wang Qi got up, he looked as though his heart was burdened with worries.
Could he really have injured his soul by casually altering his cultivation method?
Zhen Chanzi felt uneasy. What kind of treatment he would receive in the future depended entirely on what achievements Wang Qi could attain. If Wang Qi cultivated himself into an idiot like this, Zhen Chanzi would not fare well either.
Wang Qi ignored Zhen Chanzi and muttered to himself all the way there. Once in the dining hall, he ordered a plate of fried rice and brought it to a table. Instead of eating, he poked and dragged his chopsticks through the rice.
"Morning, Little Qi meow!" Upon seeing Wang Qi, Mao Zimiao immediately scampered over with her elbow meal and sat across from him. The bleary-eyed Wang Zhenqi came with her.
"Mm." Wang Qi nodded in response.
Wang Zhenqi's breakfast was also fried rice,