Very soon—
Night fell. In the vast Heavenly Hall filled with countless buildings, there were still hardly any people. Everyone was watching and waiting; without certainty, no one would rashly step into the Heavenly Hall. There was no need to rush over a few days.
Why did cultivators have such long lifespans?
It was not truly so that you could properly enjoy all those years.
It was so that when something happened, you could keep your patience and wait a few more days.
To put it bluntly.
As long as your final days were not approaching, possessing Void Refinement cultivation meant five thousand years of life. Even if you only encountered an opportunity meant for you once every hundred years, you would still encounter it fifty whole times.
What was the rush?
And in most cases, a single opportunity was enough to change your life. Opportunities themselves did not matter much. As long as you lived long enough, what opportunity could you fail to encounter? Staying alive was the most important thing.
Therefore, many high-level cultivators tended to act cautiously. Aside from people like Kui Thirteen, who had never suffered defeat and were quite confident in themselves, most were rather prudent.
Under the night sky.
Stars dotted the sky above the Heavenly Hall. The Mocking Heaven Sect group sat atop a tavern roof, drinking and eating crane, raising cups and trading toasts in merry harmony. It was a lively scene. The white crane had been personally prepared by the tavern's chef, and the taste was genuinely excellent.
Whether poached or stir-fried, it had its own unique flavor.
It was said that this tavern's chef had worked here for eight hundred years. Back then, he had signed a thousand-year employment contract in one breath.
"I say."
At that moment, Chen Qiu