For the next few days, Lu Shang remained in the room a few hundred meters from Zi Ling.
Since it was only a few days, Lu Shang had no intention of cultivating.
During those fewer than ten days, Wen Siyue came upstairs almost every day or two.
She always came under the pretext of seeking guidance, just to chat with Lu Shang.
But during the final day or two, Lu Shang noticed Zi Ling slowly flying toward him from a few hundred meters away.
A moment later, she arrived outside his room.
Lu Shang opened the door.
"Brother Lu, I came so suddenly. I hope I haven't disturbed you!"
"Not at all. This is your place to begin with, so how could you be disturbing me? Come in if you have something to discuss!"
As he spoke, the door was already open.
Lu Shang was inside.
He sat in a chair facing the window, his eyes closed in repose.
As Zi Ling entered the room, Lu Shang turned his chair toward her.
Seeing Lu Shang reclining in a lounge chair, she felt somewhat puzzled, since she still knew so little about him.
"Brother Lu, what are you doing?"
"What? Do you see me as someone who does nothing but cultivate? Not allowing yourself even a day or two of rest will cause problems."
"The same goes for you, Zi Ling. Rest when you need to."
"Even a cultivator like me, who can go several years without rest, still feels tired. How much more so for you?"
With that, Lu Shang waved a hand, and a lounge chair appeared a meter in front of Zi Ling.
"Whatever it is, sit down before we talk."
Zi Ling smiled and reclined in the lounge chair.
"Brother Lu, you look hardly any older than