Su Mo sat with his eyes closed. He was not cultivating, merely quietly regulating his breath.
Pills and other items were of little use in restoring essence, qi, and spirit; only time could slowly restore them.
Su Mo estimated that before his battle with Shangguan Hao, it would be difficult for his essence, qi, and spirit to fully recover.
Whoosh!
Su Mo had only been sitting quietly for a short while when a figure flashed in, and Gong Lin rushed inside.
"Su Mo, what are you trying to do? Let me out at once!" Gong Lin glared furiously at Su Mo as soon as he entered the stone chamber, shouting sharply.
Having suddenly entered this unfamiliar space, he had been greatly shocked. However, Wenren Tiandu outside had already told him what was going on, and he knew that this place was inside Su Mo's Spatial Treasure Artifact.
Yet he did not know why Su Mo had brought him here. Alarmed and enraged, he came directly to confront Su Mo.
Su Mo opened his eyes, glanced at Gong Lin, and said flatly, "Weren't you waiting for Si Kongyan? He is here too."
"Junior Brother Sikong is here too?"
Gong Lin froze, then asked suspiciously, "Where is he? Why haven't I seen him?"
"He is cultivating. Just wait."
Su Mo could not be bothered to say more. With a wave of his hand, he sent out a gust of air that swept Gong Lin away.
"You... bastard!" Gong Lin shouted angrily as Su Mo directly flung him a hundred miles away.
Then Su Mo closed his eyes again and quietly regulated his breath, as motionless as an ancient monk turned to stone.
Time flowed like water.
Day after day passed, and seven days went by in the blink of an eye.
Seven