There were certainly plenty of parties that pressed forward relentlessly, rushing to join the "final battle."
But his was absolutely not among them.
He was no blindly loyal fool. He would never put himself in danger for the Sects' interests.
Liu Yu shifted his gaze to the captivating female cultivator before him, and his heart stirred slightly.
He had to admit that, nourished by power, she had become even more alluring.
Remembering that it had indeed been quite some time since their last "intimate exchange," he reached out and pulled her into his arms, then headed toward the bedroom.
Before long, "strange" sounds began rising from the bedroom.
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When the rain cleared and the wind stilled, and all those strange sounds finally faded away, six hours had passed.
After lingering in tender intimacy for a while, Liu Yu still chose to send the beauty away despite her reproachful gaze, leaving her to attend to proper business.
He washed up, then entered the cultivation room.
Although his cultivation and magic power could advance no further without a breakthrough to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he could not neglect refining his foundation for even a single day.
In the spacious cultivation room, Liu Yu sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, circulating the Azure Yang Art and patiently polishing his cultivation foundation.
As time passed, an azure radiance gradually emerged on his face.
Strictly speaking, every breakthrough in a cultivator's realm was a leap in the level of their existence.
If carelessness left some flaw behind, the road ahead might well grow narrower and narrower.
Repairing it would require an enormous price and several times the effort, so Liu Yu did not want to rush unless absolutely necessary.
After all, he was only fifty-four this year.