Night had already fallen. Although Yi Shuyuan had noticed a beam of light shooting toward the heavens, he did not know everything that had happened, and certainly had no idea the Kaiyang Water God had gone up there to lodge a complaint against him.
February weather was still quite chilly, after all. Even a slight change in the weather could make it bitterly cold again, so few people ventured onto the ship's exterior after nightfall.
The large ship remained moored a short distance from the riverbank.
Along the Kaiyang Grand Canal, the riverbed was extremely deep even near the banks, so there was no danger of running aground even when sailing close to shore.
That night, Yi Shuyuan was immersed in cultivation. The Gourd standing atop the ship's mainmast seemed like an overlapping image of the Alchemy Furnace, the inner and outer worlds resonating from afar.
At times like this, the Ritual Ruler and Folding Fan would also draw in and release vital energy along with Yi Shuyuan.
Sitting beside him, Hui Mian cultivated for four hours before becoming too restless to continue.
Ordinarily, it was fine, but when Yi Shuyuan actively cultivated through breathing, the spiritual energy around him became far too lively. Following that rhythm for too long placed a burden on Hui Mian's mental strength that the little creature could not bear.
Hui Mian felt that cultivating at an independent pace for three to five days might not match even one or two hours spent like this beside the master each day.
Thus, unless attempting a breakthrough or simply accumulating spiritual energy, Hui Mian kept to a measured pace and knew when to stop.
Now Hui Mian looked around. Everyone in the cabin was asleep, and the master was still cultivating, so the little creature moved aside