The sun had only just risen when the roar of a train came from afar.
These detached little courtyards were good in every way, and close to the bustling parts of the Inner City, but their one drawback was that they were also far too close to other infrastructure.
Meng Huai'an opened her eyes and instinctively rose to head for the room on the left, but halfway through her step, she stopped before the door.
The large room on the left occupied the best feng shui point in the entire courtyard. Under the effects of the miniature Spirit-Gathering Formation, the spiritual energy nearby would all converge there.
Back then, it was for this very reason that she had stubbornly pestered An Dongcheng's father into taking on debt to buy this place.
Though looking at it now, this investment could be called the most successful one of their lives. In less than ten years, the price of several tens of thousands of spirit stones had risen by nearly more than three hundred times. The debt they had once thought would take at least twenty years to repay was, even with the highest possible interest included, nearly paid off after only a few years as wages kept rising.
Yet Meng Huai'an felt neither joy nor sorrow.
The fluctuations of spiritual energy within her body remained as still as a pool of dead water. After more than a decade of slow, grinding effort, the threshold to a breakthrough was still far beyond reach.
She had stopped caring about that long ago.
She merely felt, for no reason at all, that everything before her was terribly empty.
An Dongcheng had been gone for more than half a year, yet she still had not recovered from the habits formed over the past decade.
She still