"Old Zhao! Old Zhao! Open the door, quick!" Xiao Yun arrived at Zhao Wuji's residence, pounding on the door as he shouted.
Creak! Zhao Wuji opened the door, his face dark as he glared viciously at Xiao Yun. "I'm cultivating. Don't disturb me!"
Having witnessed Xiao Yun's terrifying combat strength yesterday, Zhao Wuji felt immense pressure. The moment he returned, he had gone into seclusion to cultivate.
Yet after only one night, Xiao Yun had woken him up. Naturally, he was in a foul mood.
"Old Zhao, cultivation cannot be rushed, or you may regress instead of advance. Sometimes, relaxing appropriately can bring unexpected results." Xiao Yun looked at Zhao Wuji with a solemn expression, like an elder instructing a junior.
"Really?" Zhao Wuji regarded him suspiciously. He felt that Xiao Yun was pulling the wool over his eyes; it was instinct.
Xiao Yun patted his chest and declared with absolute certainty, "Would I lie to you? You've followed me for quite a while now. When we were at the Chaos Holy Land, how much time did you ever see me spend cultivating?"
Zhao Wuji nodded. Back at the Chaos Holy Land, he truly had not seen Xiao Yun cultivate much. Xiao Yun had spent even less time cultivating than he had.
Yet Xiao Yun's strength had improved the fastest instead. Every breakthrough raised his cultivation by a huge margin.
Could single-minded bitter cultivation really be the wrong path?
It seemed that back when he was at the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land, some seniors had also said that cultivation required a balance between work and rest and could not be rushed.
"Come on, take me around the Sacred City. This is your turf, so you know it best," Xiao Yun urged.
"Mm!" Zhao Wuji had clearly been convinced by Xiao