Three or four days passed again.
Aside the azure small lake.
Zhang Jing slowly stood up, leaving the spot where he had been sitting for over twenty days without a hint of remorse or regret in his eyes.
Any dissatisfaction in his heart was slowly dissipating.
During these few days.
Zhang Jing, stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, had constantly tried to reenter the state he was in before and connect with the Aurora Yuan Magnetic Sea.
It's a pity—
Again and again, failure forced him to accept the reality before him:
He and the Aurora Yuan Magnetic Sea in front of him were simply not fated for each other. It was a hopeless endeavor.
"Fortunately... I still have the Jade Talisman," Zhang Jing laughed mockingly yet also with relief, "At least it means I'll have a chance to cultivate in the future."
After all.
Just because his cultivation was insufficient now didn't mean it would always be insufficient.
...
Half a day later.
Inside the stone house.
