The night passed without incident, slipping away quietly amid cultivation.
The next day, early morning.
Knock, knock, knock!
A sudden knock came from outside the courtyard gate.
Xiao Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in the small courtyard, opened his eyes. Green flames flowed within them, making them look exceptionally eerie. Sweeping his Soul Power outside the courtyard, he sensed two familiar auras.
"Is Uncle really that anxious? He came looking for me so early in the morning." Muttering softly, Xiao Yun stood and opened the courtyard gate.
Standing before him were Xiao Zhan and Xiao Yan, father and son, both looking somewhat nervous.
"Xiao Yun, we didn't disturb your rest by coming so early, did we? Your cousin's inability to cultivate has kept me awake at night, so I simply brought him here to see you." Seeing Xiao Yun, Xiao Zhan explained somewhat apologetically.
"Hehe, I understand. Come in, Uncle." Waving his hand, Xiao Yun stepped aside and led the two into the courtyard.
After all three had taken seats on the stone stools in the courtyard, Xiao Yun finally spoke, pretending not to know. "Tell me, how did your Dou Qi dissipate?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yan hurriedly said, "One night a few months ago, I finally condensed my Dou Qi Cyclone and became a Dou Zhe. Since it was already late at night, I didn't cultivate any techniques and went straight to sleep."
"But when I woke up the next morning, I discovered that my Dou Qi Cyclone had dispersed, and my cultivation had fallen back to Eight-Stage Dou Qi. After that, no matter how I cultivated, my realm did not advance in the slightest."
"Father also took me to see many doctors, but those quacks all said there was nothing wrong with my body. Yet my cultivation had