Little White

Capital City, Dongchao Hutong, Prince Shuo's Mansion.

This former princely residence had weathered several centuries of change. Though the layout of its buildings and gardens had not altered much, it had changed hands several times and was now Gao Jing's private home.

During these few days in the Capital City, Gao Jing's life had been exceedingly regular.

Every day, he slept until the sun was high in the sky. After washing up, he would head to the breakfast shop at the mouth of the hutong, order a basket of steamed buns, and drink a steaming bowl of lamb soup or peppery hot soup.

Then he would stroll around the nearby public park before returning home, where he would lie in a reclining chair under the sun for half the day.

Once night fell, he would go out to scour the entire Capital City for food and enjoy a lavish dinner.

After returning, he would lean against the sofa and chat with his senior sister, his younger sister, or Zhong Yunxiu, all the way over in Shanghai. Finally, he would watch some television news, wash up, and go to sleep.

Such days were undoubtedly leisurely and comfortable, perhaps even a little decadent.

But they were an indispensable mental adjustment in the course of cultivation.

For Gao Jing, who had just undergone a long period of cultivation, his greatest problem was not a lack of strength, but a new bottleneck. He needed to find the inspiration and opportunity to break through it.

And that inspiration and opportunity could not be comprehended by sitting rigidly in a quiet room.

The true path of cultivation was to alternate tension with relaxation. Perhaps an accidental moment of enlightenment would allow Gao Jing to step over the obstacle.

Most importantly, the Main World was the homeland