The familiar aura outside White Fish City approached swiftly.
When it first entered Yi Yang's perception, it was still more than three hundred zhang outside the city.
A few breaths later, it had already crossed the walls and entered the city, heading straight for the Heaven Patrol Office's rear courtyard.
At that speed, she would reach him in less than an incense stick's time.
Yi Yang closed the window and returned to his desk. He wrapped the White Dragon Marsh Deep Abyss Record in an old cloth and tucked it into the Duty Room's hidden compartment. He sorted the cultivation arts on the desk back into their wooden chest, returned the account books to their original places, and refilled the teapot.
Having finished, he sat cross-legged and circulated the Concealed Breath Formless Art.
Within Yi Yang's dantian, his dense, powerful True Astral Force slowly sank into his qi sea.
He gathered the power within his meridians inward, layer by layer. The aura in his flesh, bones, and sinews receded with it, weakening his presence from the weight of the true astral realm to the lingering flow of third inner qi completion.
Such strength still represented rapid progress, but it was not shocking enough to turn the world on its head.
Even after all that, Yi Yang did not feel entirely safe. He also activated the Heart Ape Mind Guarding Art, which he had successfully begun practicing.
As the Heart Ape Mind Guarding Art circulated, the golden-furred ape in his spiritual sanctum sat hugging its knees and drew his wandering mental power back into the space between his brows.
Normally, it could never sit still in Yi Yang's spiritual sanctum and sea of consciousness. This time, however, it cooperated, curling its tail into a half-circle behind it and fixing both eyes