Xiao Ruoling sighed.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "Ruoyu has already done quite well. Not everyone is like us."
Xiao Ruoling laughed. "I'm asking too much."
She was dissatisfied with Xiao Ruoyu's progress, feeling that he cultivated too slowly and lacked sufficient comprehension.
She felt that he had not set his heart straight, had not truly devoted himself to focused cultivation, and had too many distracting thoughts, forever letting his attention wander elsewhere.
She pulled Chu Zhiyuan into the Painted Barge.
The Painted Barge gently left the shore and began drifting leisurely across the lake.
Xiao Ruoling brewed tea. As they drank, admired the bright moon beyond the barge, and chatted idly, she relaxed.
She spoke of her troubles: her progress had stalled and was slowing down.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head.
The martial arts of the Profound Yin Palace were mysterious and extraordinarily powerful, but they were not arts that could be mastered overnight.
The disciples of the Profound Yin Palace retained their youth forever and enjoyed long lifespans, so their cultivation progress was not especially fast either.
She had cultivated the Great Yin Refinement, and her progress was already exceptionally swift.
After the Great Yin Refinement, her cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds for a time, but now it was beginning to slow.
She was about to break through into a major realm, a leap in life itself. Slowing down was only natural.
She then asked about Chu Zhiyuan's troubles. After hearing him speak of the secret art, she chuckled and shook her head.
This was plain for all to see.
The relationship between the Imperial Court and the Four Great Sects was delicate. If they gave him a secret art that no one in the world could cultivate, and he somehow succeeded, his prestige would soar,