"This courtyard is nice."
Xu Tong looked around. The father and daughter still had a few heartfelt things to say to each other, but he had no interest in them.
Of course, with his current body, his hearing was terrifyingly keen. There was little point in trying to hide their conversation from him.
Still, the point remained: he had no interest.
Otherwise, very little news in this city could escape his ears.
He now sat in the courtyard pavilion, quietly sipping tea.
Yuan Chang was already dead, and Zhang Yuanrang had sent someone to bring his soul over.
Despite being only slightly weaker than Xu Tong, he still had not awakened.
Xu Tong could only wait a little longer.
He had plenty of time anyway.
Counting every moment since they had accidentally entered this world, only half a day had passed.
The sky was dim now, and night would soon fall.
After some thought, Xu Tong simply began cultivating in the pavilion, rebuilding his mastery of the Dao.
He needed to comprehend this world's rules and its Great Dao anew.
His divine sense merged with Heaven and Earth here, sensing the spiritual qi around him without deliberately drawing it toward himself.
Magic power worked the same way in both worlds. His problem lay solely with the Dao.
"How could this be...?"
Inside the pavilion, Xu Tong suddenly opened his eyes, unable to conceal the shock in them.
He had just tried to comprehend the Great Dao of this world, only to make another entirely new discovery!
He had cultivated aboard the fishing boat too, but the sensation then had not been as distinct as it was now, so he had failed to notice it.
Only when he quieted his mind and sought comprehension just now did he discover this.
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