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Time trickled away.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Sikong Jing moved on to the second pillar to comprehend and learn.
Days passed—one, two, three—and in the blink of an eye, Sikong Jing had been in the Martial Dragon Palace for ten days. When hungry, he would take out the dry food from the Golden Soul Palace to eat; when sleepy, he just lay down on the ground to sleep.
Without realizing, he had already sensed more than twenty pillars, and he had just come before the pillar of the woman in black.
Ten days had passed, and the black-dressed woman was still there, never having left.
She sat cross-legged, immobile, staring intently at the pillar.
Sikong Jing still did not disturb her; instead, he sat on the other side and observed the same pillar.
The black-dressed woman merely glanced at him briefly and then ignored him, continuing with her own activities.
"Eh, this is not a demon dragon!" Sikong Jing suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
