The spirit shadow chased after the Golden Crow, the red wheel giving way to the jade toad.
Engrossed in cultivation, the concept of time slipped away, marked only by the cycles of day and night—days spent in practice and nights for hunting, a rare time for focused meditation and retreat.
Aside from bland taste with no food to eat, there were no discomforts to speak of; on the contrary, it was quite peaceful and relaxing.
What was suddenly missing was the demoness constantly whispering in my ear, 'Little Master, Little Master,' causing an unexpected sense of longing, and Su Huanian too. I wonder how he is now.
With a long cry, Su He sent forth True Fire like arrows, instantly slaying two hundred Prison Ghosts before hastily absorbing Yin Qi just before moonset and sunrise, then alighted upon the Silver Maple Tree with a flutter of his wings. No sooner had he settled to absorb the Yin Qi, the sky instantly turned to high noon.
The Yin Qi retreated, and the Yang Qi ascended.
