The night passed uneventfully, everyone engrossed in their own training methods.
Long Meiling had the Seven Star Destruction Sword (broken) in her lap, seemingly meditating on its form and function. Other than a mysterious feeling when one looked at it, though, there wasn't much else that differentiated it from a regular, broken sword.
Ji Shuchun had gone off on her own, going through the motions of a sword technique in the distance. Traces of qi could be seen behind her, like a faint shadow that followed her every move.
In Bai Xiyi's case, he simply passed the time reading. At his level of strength, there was not much he could do to work on his cultivation level, especially with the decline of the mystic realm, so he spent most of his time accruing knowledge or practicing esoteric techniques.
