Eight or nine hours later, Liu Yu slowly opened his eyes as he lay on the stone bed, revealing pupils as black as ink.
After a moment of blank staring, he sat up, rubbed his forehead, and considered what he needed to do next.
Pill toxin, Canglang Spirit Water, accelerating the growth of spirit herbs...
Having sorted out his next tasks, Liu Yu washed up and left the bedroom.
He entered the hall and glanced around, finding it empty.
However, the furnishings that had gathered dust during his months away from the cave abode had all been cleaned until they looked new.
Extending his spiritual perception, Liu Yu sensed his surroundings for a moment and discovered that Ji Ruyan had chosen the room to the left of the Cultivation Room. He took out his token, opened a gap in the formation, and sent a thread of divine sense inside.
Once he saw that she was cultivating normally, he withdrew his divine sense.
He had not done this because of some peculiar fetish, but because he feared Ji Ruyan might fall into despair or take a defeatist attitude toward the matter of Spirit-Communing Qi.
Since she had not succumbed to despair and her attitude was not particularly negative, there was no need to keep watching her and delay his own cultivation.
"Cultivators really do need hope."
A faint smile appeared on Liu Yu's face.
The sooner he obtained the Spirit-Communing Qi, the better. Improving his aptitude earlier would benefit his cultivation more, so he was glad to see Ji Ruyan cultivating with a positive attitude.
In essence, this was a transaction.
Once he obtained the Spirit-Communing Qi, what harm would there be in granting her freedom, provided it did not affect him?
But it was still too early to speak of