"All right, Brother Aotian. I'm coming."
Huo Yuhao nodded and followed Long Aotian toward the Drill Ground.
Long Aotian glanced back at Huo Yuhao's room and frowned.
Huo Yuhao's life in the Body Sect had settled into a regular routine. During the day, he would secretly spend some time researching soul tools, then head to the Drill Ground to train with the Body Sect's younger generation. When he grew bored of staying in the Imperial Palace, he could also find time to stroll around Heaven Dou City.
At night, Huo Yuhao would enter his Sea of Consciousness to cultivate his soul power. Over these three months, his soul power had risen rapidly, already reaching level 34.
Honestly, Huo Yuhao had enjoyed these three months in the Body Sect quite a bit. Nothing upsetting had happened, and his mood had gradually recovered from the gloom of the recent past.
There was still some distance between the Body Sect disciples' sleeping quarters and the Drill Ground, but Long Aotian deliberately slowed his pace.
Frowning, he asked with a hint of displeasure, "Yuhao, have you still been researching soul tools lately?"
Huo Yuhao remained calm and did not rush to deny it.
Long Aotian must have already found out. Once he grew suspicious, he only had to ask that soul engineer serving as an honored retainer to learn the truth. There was no hiding it.
So he simply nodded. "Yes."
"Why?" Long Aotian looked somewhat disappointed. "Yuhao, you need to understand that soul tools are ultimately external aids. External aids can never compare with our own cultivation."
"As a disciple of the Body Sect, you should stop this pointless pursuit as soon as possible."
Huo Yuhao was silent for a moment before saying, "Brother Aotian, soul tools certainly have their merits. We can't