Ten days later, the first day of February.
Su Xinghe emerged from seclusion and paid Gong Hao a visit.
No one knew where the problem lay, but the appointment promoting him to Commander had yet to arrive. As a result, his name was absent from January's Qi-Gathering Pill allocation.
Under Gong Hao's complicated gaze, he took his leave.
He calmed his heart and silently consolidated his foundations.
The first day of March.
There was still no word from headquarters regarding the appointment, so Su Xinghe continued his secluded cultivation.
His strength advanced greatly.
The first day of April.
Su Xinghe returned empty-handed once again.
By now, there was no need to say anything.
The answer to certain matters was already about to reveal itself.
But at this moment, apart from burying himself in cultivation, he had no other options.
The seventh floor of the Guardian Tower.
Su Xinghe stood before the window with his eyes closed.
The Core Qi Domain covered the entire room. Sixteen silver flying sword phantoms darted and flickered around him like swimming fish.
Within his Consciousness Space.
The blazing sun and blood moon above his head shone against one another, illuminating the vast azure sea until it resembled a dazzling sapphire, refracting multicolored brilliance.
This period of secluded cultivation had made his Water Conception far more solid than before the new year. Even the silver figure within his Consciousness Space had become somewhat more agile.
Ten breaths later.
The sixteen silver flying sword phantoms entered Su Xinghe's palm one after another like swallows returning to their nest.
Once the phantoms faded, his palm was completely empty.
Only his slender, jade-white fingers remained.
"Diligence Makes Up for Dullness, a hundred practices a day."
"Revised Psychic Power Combat Method, experience +16"
As