Night hung low, and dusk steeped the entire Shrek Inner Court.
Inside the villa Shrek had arranged for Xiao Chen and the others, Xiao Chen lounged lazily against a soft sofa.
He held an exquisite bone china coffee cup in one hand, the warm, rich aroma of black coffee slowly spreading, while he casually swiped through short videos on his phone with the other.
Drinking coffee in the dead of night-Xiao Chen was really something.
Back at the Spirit Transferring Pagoda, Leng Yaoyu had kept an eye on him. Now that he had finally found some freedom at Shrek and could, for once, stop cultivating so intensely, of course the music and dancing had to go on. If he was going to stay up all night, he naturally needed a cup of coffee to round things out.
As for cultivating?
That was out of the question.
Xiao Chen had absolutely no desire to cultivate right now, because he needed to leave a Soul Ring slot open in advance.
The gifts the Plane Spirit had given him before had all been special Soul Rings that defied convention and possessed heaven-defying grades, nothing ordinary Soul Rings could compare to.
By the same logic, whatever the Golden Ancient Tree gave him would probably be something like Soul Rings too.
Since he could not advance any further once he reached rank sixty, there was no need to be so impatient.
Forcing his way past rank sixty would only waste a Soul Ring slot for nothing. The loss outweighed the gain.
In that case, why cultivate? He could lie flat for a little while. Wasn't his phone more fun than cultivating?
Thinking about it, he had not scrolled through a phone the way he had on Blue Star in over a decade. Environment really could