At the summit.
"Ah Qiu!"
Yu Xian yawned, laying on Yulan's soft thigh, his leg resting on a fluffy pillow, which was, in fact, the white tiger Ah Miao.
"Another pleasant day passed."
"There are more and more fish, and I don't even need to actively catch them. I just don't know when I'll finally attract some Nascent Soul cultivators."
"Without the support of the awfully rich man, when could I ever achieve the great hundred-year plan of Divinity Transformation?"
"Yulan, I've calculated that the fifth day of next month is not bad for you. You can prepare for your breakthrough to withstand the tribulation."
Yu Xian kicked the cushion at his feet.
"Ah Miao, you too. You've eaten so many Demonic Pills from me; if you don't break through, I'll hit your mom."
"Meow."
Ah Miao let out an aggrieved cry, although it hadn't even made a sound.
