Within the Sun Clan's cave dwelling, Yang Yuanhong remained wholly immersed in meditation, unaffected by anything outside.
He had no idea that a clash had just erupted because of him, frightening both sides involved half to death.
"Hmm? I'm about to break through again? No, this is too fast. I need to consolidate."
Under Chen Yang's constant instillation of the principle that "when the foundation is unstable, the earth shakes and mountains sway," Yang Yuanhong had now learned the method of suppressing one's realm himself.
Even without Chen Yang saying so, he constantly compressed his cultivation, seeking to ensure that every step he took was solid and secure.
And now, sensing another imminent breakthrough, he began a new round of consolidating his cultivation.
After some effort, Yang Yuanhong compressed the spiritual power and true essence within him, which had already filled to a full ten-tenths, down to roughly thirty percent.
Only when he could compress it no further did he nod in satisfaction.
At this rate, so long as he filled it up three more times, he would be able to join the ranks of the Essence Condensation Ninth Layer.
After several days of rest, the exhaustion from more than half a year of crossing mountains and ridges had completely faded. Yang Yuanhong then developed the desire to set out and tour the city.
He informed the steward of the courtyard, who immediately reported the matter back to the clan.
Yet the Sun Clan's arrangements upon learning of this left Yang Yuanhong somewhat surprised.
For the people the Sun Clan had sent to accompany him around Yanlai City were actually their own distinguished prodigy, Sun Qingge, as well as three of her fellow disciples from the Changge Sect.
Yang Yuanhong could not help pondering in secret. Logically speaking, any Sun