"It wouldn't make much of a difference," Liang shook his head dismissively. As a seasoned cultivator, he knew that the need for sleep was not a requirement for those who had reached a certain level of cultivation.
For cultivators, inns serve two distinct purposes - a refuge to alleviate their weariness and, of course, an easily deduced reason.
Liang carefully chose a secluded spot in the room and gracefully settled into a cross-legged position. With his eyes closed, his serene countenance revealed his deep concentration as he delved into a state of profound meditation. The air around him seemed to still and become imbued with a mysterious energy.
