The next day.
Misty Mountain, Wayless Sect.
On a giant rock beside the mountain gate.
Chu Yuan sat cross-legged atop it, his hands enveloped in countless golden specks of light.
He kept gathering the golden specks into his hands, seemingly trying to compress them.
But every attempt to compress them failed.
The specks scattered in all directions.
This time was no exception.
Chu Yuan looked around at the golden specks dissipating around him and shook his head.
He wanted to play at some Qi Gong exercise, but it always ended in failure.
No use.
Chu Yuan sighed, turning his head to glance outside the mountain gate.
A whole day had passed.
That Li Ergang, still hadn't sent the person over.
Was he really going to have to go and demand the person himself?
Forget it, he'd wait another half-hour.
If they hadn't arrived by then, he'd go himself.
Chu Yuan murmured to himself, continuing to sit in place.
He kept pondering over the golden specks around him.
