"Is she still cultivating?"
Su Ping thought of an idea. His consciousness sneaked in quietly.
The astral power seeped into Su Lingyue's room from the cracks in the walls and doors like quicksand. The astral power in the other rooms were floating faster, converging like a vortex.
The center of the convergence was a slim figure that could be faintly seen amid the astral power. It was none other than Su Lingyue.
"Is she also lying on her bed to cultivate?" Su Ping raised his eyebrows as he saw the figure outlined by the astral power.
Right then, Su Ping noticed that her sister was using a completely different way to absorb astral power.
Inside Su Lingyue's room, she was like the bottom of an hour-glass. All the astral power that flew into her room were pulled over, gradually forming a vortex. The closer the astral power was to her, the faster they would spin. Eventually, all the astral power was sucked in by her body.
