After Zhao Yan came by, though she had only stayed a few minutes, the juicy drama between Pei Feng and her undoubtedly grew even more intense.
Even within the Heart Sword branch, the discussions remained loud.
Faced with this outcome, Li Su, as the center of the gossip, had quite a few complaints.
After all, if it were only women acting like this, that would be one thing. It was in their nature; when it came to topics related to love, emotional women never seemed to run out of things to say. But the Heart Sword branch was mostly men, with women making up less than twenty percent, yet the discussion was still fervent.
Did these people really have nothing better to do? Spending all day obsessing over gossip.
Yet after venting, Li Su discovered another damned reality.
At least until the foreign realm stabilized, not only these people but everyone near it was, in fact, quite idle. Though they cultivated every day, they still had plenty of time left over.
After all, not everyone was a freak like Li Su, capable of becoming absorbed in cultivation while cultivating.
Under normal circumstances, cultivating for three to five shichen a day was already quite impressive. Any more, and one would start to find it dull and tedious.
And cultivation required resources.
They certainly could not, like Li Su, drain all the extraordinary spiritual energy within hundreds of thousands of li in an instant, but they could still consume a great deal around their own mountain peaks.
After such heavy consumption, they naturally had to allow time for it to recover to its original density, so as to ensure cultivation efficiency.
Yet a day had a full twelve shichen.
Three to five shichen did not even use up half of it.
Subtracting