The cultivation of one's power of the spirit was dull and dry. Jun Wu Xie did not know how long she had cultivated for. She sat in a half lotus position upon the grass, the little black cat lying across her lap, soundly asleep as the balls of Spirit Fire surrounded her body.
A warm surge of power was slowly flowing into her body.
That cultivation continued on for a few days. Jun Wu Xie with Qiao Chu and the rest of the gang made their way to the Tranquil Dream Forest everyday to cultivate for extended periods. It was only until Nalan Shan came around urging them to get some rest that they would stop, to go back to their houses.
In their spirit state, even if they did not rest, they would not feel tired. But Nalan Shan still insisted they get some good rest, thinking that the sharpening of the blade would not slow down the chopping of wood.
