Every day, he read and cultivated, then set aside some time to enter the Mirage Realm and temper himself, familiarizing himself with the might of the upgraded Crag Mountain Saber. The days passed without ripples or waves.
This was the kind of life many Cloud River Realm cultivators yearned for dearly: possessing a stable cultivation environment, with no need to run themselves ragged all over the place. Naturally, they would not encounter too many dangers, and could steadily raise their own cultivation.
Lu Ye found it sweet as syrup.
Though ever since he began cultivating, he had been constantly on the move, if it were not absolutely unavoidable, who would refuse such peace and stability?
Cultivating in a Spirit Land truly could not compare to obtaining Spirit Signs, but its advantage lay in one word: stability. In terms of overall efficiency, it might even be faster than roaming everywhere in search of Spirit Signs to raise one's cultivation. After all, Spirit Signs were not something one could obtain simply by wanting them; one still had to see whether there was opportunity.
On the evening of the third day after the wolf pack vanished, as the setting sun sank west, Lu Ye, who had been reading and cultivating, suddenly raised his head and looked outside. Beyond the Spirit Land's great array, a dense mass of figures had appeared.
The wolf pack had returned.
The awe-inspiring Alpha Wolf was covered in blood, and the other Demonic Wolves also bore signs of injury and maiming. From the look of it, they had experienced a great battle.
What surprised Lu Ye, however, was that the wolf pack's numbers had increased.
Originally, this wolf pack had only numbered a little over a hundred Demonic Wolves, but this time, more than two hundred had returned in