After the ladies' gathering ended, life began returning to normal.
Still, Xiao Yu could always feel a faint, indescribable pressure.
It was a kind of unease and irritation, something like, "Have I forgotten something? It keeps bothering me."
The feeling was very faint, and he would forget about it while having fun or working.
But whenever he was idle, somewhere quiet, or had nothing to do, it would rear its head.
Something like "the anxiety of wasting time."
Previously, it was this vague, hardly urgent sense of unease that had led him to spend six months in seclusion.
During his seclusion, those thoughts had disappeared entirely.
But now that he had finished, that strange, indescribable thought had begun surfacing again.
And...
It was even stronger than before he had entered seclusion.
Xiao Yu had tried more than once to get to the bottom of it, but in truth, he could not find its source at all.
-If he really had to examine it closely, he had never felt this anxiety during his first two years of cultivation.
And the biggest difference between before and after his seclusion was that his cultivation had grown stronger.
Could it really have something to do with my cultivation?
The stronger my cultivation, the stronger the unease?
What kind of bizarre phenomenon was this?
He turned it over in his mind.
This phenomenon was simply impossible to explain or ignore.
He wanted to resolve it, but had no idea where to start.
If he left it alone, he could never quite put it out of his mind.
In the end, Xiao Yu decided to visit the Cultivation World and talk to Feng Xue.
-He had decided to take it seriously.
Taking precautions was far better than waiting until trouble arrived.
The incident six months ago