Yu Ci could not be bothered to play along. He merely watched coldly, waiting for Madame Yellow Springs to reveal the answer.
He got two words:
"Rhythm!"
Madame Yellow Springs stepped out of the spring pool. Without caring that her clothes were soaked through, clinging to her skin and revealing her figure, she merely tidied her hair a little before speaking softly beside Yu Ci:
"I wonder if Heavenly Lord has noticed that you move to a completely different rhythm from the vast majority of cultivators in this world—I mean only those who are up to standard."
"Oh?"
"If Heavenly Lord pays attention to it, you will easily discover that as cultivators rise in cultivation and realm, the time horizons for what they do are often measured in decades, centuries, or millennia. Refining a superior magical artifact takes ten years; entering a crucial life-or-death seclusion takes a hundred; establishing a sect with some proper form takes a thousand... Such examples are everywhere."
Yu Ci nodded. "That does seem to be the case."
At that moment, he thought of Madam Huanyong.
Back when they were heading north, Madam Huanyong had set her sights on a True Person cultivator from the former Sky Canopy Society... Liu Xiandong, if he remembered correctly, intending to turn him into one of her believers.
He still remembered how unhurried and composed she had been. For a person of such ordinary aptitude, she had actually planned over ten years, intending to cultivate Faith Power.
Even then, Yu Ci had sensed a method utterly different from his own.
Looking at it now, was that also a matter of "rhythm"?
As for spending centuries or millennia accomplishing something, that was even more unimaginable to Yu Ci.
After all, it had only been some sixty years since he had emerged