The days passed one after another.
By the Lower Realm's reckoning, several months had probably passed.
The Starship flew steadily along its preset course, the stars shifting outside the windows like an eternally unchanging backdrop.
Si Chen spent most of his time reclining on the cushioned couch.
He watched the stars, studied the Star Map, or simply closed his eyes and rested.
He had no need to cultivate anyway.
Gray Gray, meanwhile, was thoroughly living the dream.
Eating, sleeping, then eating again.
The little bit of aura drifting from Si Chen was a first-rate tonic to Gray Gray.
It needed to do nothing at all. Just lying there breathing sent its cultivation soaring.
And then there were those seemingly inexhaustible Spirit Fruits and snacks in the Starship's cupboards...
Gray Gray had grown fat.
Its face had rounded out, and its belly had bulged.
Its four once-lean legs now looked a little short. When it ran, the flesh on its belly rippled like waves, swaying back and forth.
It saw nothing wrong with this.
So what if I'm a little fat?
It means this donkey eats well and is blessed with good fortune!
Occasionally, it also thought of Xie Changsheng, of those days crossing mountains and ridges, dining in the wind and sleeping beneath the open sky,
Of running beneath the setting sun back then, of its vanished youth.
Of course, that was as far as the nostalgia went.
It was like a rich man lying on a mountain of gold, sighing, "I have no interest in money."
Once it finished reminiscing, it looked down at the Fire Cloud Fruit on its plate, still more than half uneaten, and took another bite.
Mmm, so sweet.
A donkey had to learn to enjoy life.
Ah, so simple and unadorned, and so dull.