In the days that followed, Young Master Nan, who kept watch over the Betting Pool's movements from the stands almost every day, did not see Miao Dingyi again. Lan Qiaoyan and Miao Yilan, however, occasionally came by every two or three days.
The mother and daughter never stayed long. Once they saw that the point of light representing Shi Chun on the landscape map had not budged, they would sit for a while and leave.
The point of light representing Shi Chun was easy enough to find. It sat motionless somewhere along the outermost edge, as though he were dead.
Feng Chi, shrouded in a cloak, noticed it, as did Elder Ke, whose teeth ached with hatred. Both had the same suspicion: those two probably intended to lie low until the assembly ended...
The cave lay dim and silent, while outside, the sun rose and set day after day.
After sitting quietly without eating or drinking for who knew how long, Shi Chun finally opened his eyes again. He slowly brought his cultivation to a close and exhaled, a hint of delight in his eyes.
If cultivation could be described in terms of capacity, then by his own assessment, a bucket representing minor completion of the advanced martial realm was now almost one-third full. That was what he had gained from cultivating after absorbing Sun Shigang's demonic flame.
Such progress was almost impossibly fast. Calling it a thousand miles in a single day would be no exaggeration, especially for someone whose cultivation had been stuck for two or three years. Deep down, he was truly wild with joy.
Yet the disadvantages of this cultivation method were as obvious as its advantages. He had to keep finding demonic qi to absorb. Once that supply ran dry, his cultivation would once again