Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, a month flew by.
With the Soul Tool competition area sealed off and few people coming by, thick layers of dust had accumulated here over the past month. Fallen leaves, branches, and other debris littered the ground, with no one bothering to clean it up.
"You brat, you ate my stuff and ran off, never to come back again.
"I really shouldn't have taken you on as a disciple!"
On the arena platform, Xuan Ziwen looked at Ye Luochen, who sat motionless within the Soul Tool barrier, his heart aching with frustration.
His research was at a critical stage. Although Mingde Hall had many Soul Tool masters, and he had capable disciples like Ju Zi under him—
No one could replace Ye Luochen's role.
Yet who would have thought that after Ye Luochen finished the prototype machine, he would go completely silent and stop coming to the laboratory for such a long time?
Only after making inquiries in many places had Xuan Ziwen found him here, looking like a stone statue.
Ever since the day he found Ye Luochen, Xuan Ziwen had practically made time every day to come check on him.
Although Jing Hongchen had personally told him that faint breathing and prolonged periods were perfectly normal in a state of deep meditation, and there was no need to worry, Xuan Ziwen had persisted nonetheless.
"It's already been a month. If you don't wake up soon, I'm going to see the Hall Master again."
Xuan Ziwen muttered to himself.
"No matter how deep the meditation is, how could he endure a month of depletion? Without food or water, he must be close to starving to death."
Shaking his head, Xuan Ziwen turned around, preparing to head for Mingde Hall.
But