The Golden Crow sank in the west, and dusk hung heavy.
Lu Qing began another round of secluded cultivation.
Spirit Leaf Island, too, slowly and quietly settled into peace.
White Crane Boy returned to his old great undertaking of flying spirit stones. Every now and then, he even gave himself a few days off, flying over to the White Sea to catch fish and shrimp, carefree and delighted.
He had originally wanted to chat with Lu Qing, drink some tea, and grill fish like last time. But after learning that Lu Qing had entered seclusion, he could only go eat fish by himself, a lone white crane.
"What a pity, what a pity." White Crane Boy looked regretfully at the white fish in his storage feather. It was still lively and kicking—such fresh ingredients.
This was merely a small interlude after a few days had passed.
Lu Qing sank into the mysteries of seclusion. Once his mind withdrew from the outside world and his Divine Consciousness focused entirely on improving his cultivation, every inch of progress filled him with joy, and he scarcely noticed time slipping away.
If outsiders learned that Lu Qing was preparing to break through, having cultivated to the Purple Mansion Late Realm so quickly, they would surely be left agape. But that was impossible.
Among his fellow disciples, basically no one could see through his cultivation realm. White Crane Boy, who was quite friendly with him, was not particularly keen on cultivation matters either.
Whether Lu Qing was at Foundation Establishment or the Purple Mansion Realm, there was likely not much difference in White Crane Boy's eyes.
Under such circumstances, Lu Qing could cultivate in seclusion without worry, with no need to fear that anything outside would disturb him.
Yet under these same circumstances, time did