Yan Yuming returned to his quarters, took out Wonder Elixir Lord's clay figurine first, and set it up above. Mimicking Zhang Yu, he reached out and rubbed it, chuckling before placing his own clay figurine beside it.
He looked over them with satisfaction, then stepped back and sat down cross-legged, picking up a Daoist text to read. This was Zhang Yu's instruction: besides refining divine essence every day, he was to place greater importance on cultivating his Dao practice.
Those obscure words and principles always gave him a terrible headache, yet he still forced himself onward. Not until night fell did he stop. After swallowing a medicinal pellet, he began refining divine essence through breathing techniques.
After years of cultivation and meditation, all of this had become instinctive. The moment he activated his method, he entered deep stillness and forgot everything.
By the time he emerged from meditation, daylight had already flooded the sky.
He exhaled, then seemed to recall something and glanced ahead. Seeing that his clay doll was still there, he relaxed.
He did not know whether this thing was meant as a warning or served some other purpose, but seeing that it showed no abnormalities naturally improved his mood.
Today, he had arranged with several fellow disciples to watch a grand performance. He had also promised yesterday to bring Little Bean along. Seeing that the time was near, he rose, went into the inner room to change into a Daoist robe, and eagerly pushed open the door to leave.
As he shut the door, one could see through the narrowing crack that, where he had been sitting, a black-robed Daoist with an expressionless face was standing there.
Ever since Ying Zhuan entered the quarters Xin Yao had arranged for him, he had remained seated in meditation, as