Lingering fragrance curled through the Great Hall!
A tea set rested on a delicate little table of blue-green Divine Wood.
Dressed in a sleeping robe, Zhou Qingmei was carefully and intently preparing tea.
He Pingsheng sat on a meditation cushion, watching her with interest.
"What are you looking at, young master?" Zhou Qingmei's face reddened.
"Watching you..." He Pingsheng said. "I never expected it, Zhou Qingmei... you're actually so practiced!"
"Do you disdain your servant, young master?" Zhou Qingmei asked. "You know I had a husband before!"
Indeed!
Back in the Spirit Realm, Zhou Qingmei had once had a relationship with Zhao Xiangdu, the Great Emperor of the Human Race.
But that was all in the past.
"Hehehe... you've misunderstood!" He Pingsheng smiled. "I'm happy... your cultivation has improved nicely. You've almost caught up with me!"
Zhou Qingmei was now at the eighth layer of the Divine Command Realm.
She was only a sliver away from catching up to He Pingsheng's tenth layer.
"The He Family has recruited quite a few disciples over the years, thousands upon thousands. Many have even signed a Contract Divine Talisman directly with the He Family, becoming its temporary servants!"
"These people pray for blessings day and night, and I also made a divine likeness!"
"So, by absorbing everyone's power of incense offerings, my cultivation naturally grew quickly!"
"It isn't just your servant, either. Mm... Madam Su, Sister Kong, and Bingyao and the others have all been advancing rapidly. Madam Su has already reached the Divine Spirit Realm!"
"Huh?" He Pingsheng was utterly shocked.
But after thinking it over, he understood.
Leaving everything else aside, after returning from the Heavenly Antiquity Ruins this time, he had spent thirty-seven yuan in secluded cultivation alone.
Measured in years, that was already more than four million years.
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