He still harbored massive gains from his recent breakthrough, gains he had yet to fully digest due to the urgency of his return.
The rush had left him no time to properly consolidate his newfound strength, and now, he intended to seclude himself for a brief period to rectify that.
It wouldn't be an overly intense seclusion—just a short, focused retreat to stabilize his cultivation and absorb the lingering benefits of his advancement.
As soon as he arrived at House 355, Xiao Ming's figure flickered like a shadow, effortlessly swatting through the protective formation that guarded the entrance.
His movements left no trace, no ripple in the air to betray his presence. Once inside, he collapsed onto the icy plain, his body sinking into the cold, unyielding surface.
A light sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes, appearing to doze off. But appearances were deceiving.
