Through his casual strolls, Noire picked up a few details about the current environment. That is, unlike the general aesthetical setting of the Divine Inheritance Island, this inner space had its own sun, a brilliant one at that.
Although Noire's acupoints were in a subtle mess, he could still admire the warmth invading his skin through the pores, not to mention the primitive method of inhaling spiritual Qi through one's breathing. The sky was a clear blue, with a few thin clouds of spiritual energy drifting about.
Each grass blade was humid, sparkling with a wet luster of kaleidoscopic dew. Amidst such a natural avenue, Noire wasn't the least bothered about venturing naked. In fact, he felt it was for the best. A moment later during his walk, the old man's response sounded in from the void.
"As you wish, young master. During a month's time, your crucial wounds should have healed enough to explore around, as long you don't engage in 'heated' skirmishes."
