After the first two days of failing to escape the Black Robe's iron grip, Ling Xi Wanderer had been astonishingly well-behaved over the past three months. If the Black Robe told him to go east, he would not go west; if told to fly to the skies, he would not descend to the earth. He wore the expression of a standard lackey to such a degree that, no matter how one looked at it, he had clearly accepted his fate.
However, from Yu Ci's perspective, if Ling Xi Wanderer had truly accepted his fate, that would be the real miracle.
During this period, Ling Xi Wanderer was like a snake biding its time. Aside from following the Black Robe's commands and ensuring his own life as much as possible, he squeezed out every moment to intensely cultivate the Future Star Tribulation Scripture.
That technique was extraordinarily mystical. As Ling Xi Wanderer's cultivation deepened, there were inevitably many wondrous resonance phenomena that Yu Ci was aware of, though he had not yet investigated them closely. But looking at him now, this fellow vaguely showed signs of another breakthrough. The hundred-petaled lotus formed by his Primordial Spirit had deepened in color. Due to the heavy interference, Yu Ci could not examine it in greater detail for the time being.
With such a fellow following the Black Robe, matters naturally became quite a spectacle. The fact that Yu Ci could simply turn his back and leave was largely due to this reason.
Just as he was about to shift his attention away, Ling Xi Wanderer happened to experience a new resonance over there. Yet this time, it was not an internal generation, but rather a resonance with another location.
This was an experience he had never had before. As Ling Xi Wanderer froze,