Jiang Man had no way of knowing what was happening outside.
But he could roughly imagine it.
A Peerless Heavenly Prodigy had suddenly become someone on the heretical demonic path who colluded with an Evil God.
How many people were laughing at him?
After all, he was too strong. Unable to catch up, they naturally hoped he would be ruined.
It was good enough if they refrained from throwing stones at him after he fell down a well.
People always liked finding virtues in legends riding high, and picking faults in those fallen on hard times.
Of course, someone was certainly worried about him, perhaps even heartbroken.
Those people had to be Senior Sister Yu and Teacher Yan.
The former was his investor.
If he was confirmed to belong to the Heretical Demonic Outer Dao, his investor would lose everything she had put in.
She might even be held accountable.
Right now, Senior Sister Yu might well be hiding in a prison cell, crying.
Teacher Yan was his instructor. Before, when he was a Peerless Heavenly Prodigy, her future had been bright.
Now, her future was probably dark, plunged into the Abyss.
There would be no hope left for her future.
Jiang Man could only observe a moment of silence for them.
It was not that he wanted to drag them down, but that he was not being given time to rise.
He would compensate them later if he had the chance.
For now, he would cultivate hard.
Ten days later.
The progress of Jiang Man's cultivation gourd reached seventy percent.
Only then did Jiang Man realize he had borrowed the twenty-one beginner books on formation runes too early. He would have to borrow them for another two months, because most of this month had to go toward raising his