In the following months, Xu Mu's days were the most leisurely.
The environment was stable, he had a sufficient supply of Spirit Stones, and plenty of time for cultivation.
Except for Lan Shijin's occasionally resentful eyes.
That's not my fault!
The noise was not made by me!
As for the silence symbol, it's such a waste!
I just want to be a bit frugal, nothing more.
Time flies!
More than three months later!
On that day, Xu Mu went out to buy a large amount of pills, told several people he would be in seclusion, and then he went up to the third floor of the attic alone.
This is his very own cultivation space.
The room was spacious, spanning fifty steps in diameter. Besides some simple furnishings, there were no obstacles.
When the window was opened, he could take in the scenery of the nearby streets.
In the distance, the green locust trees had already turned yellow. The autumn wind blew and the leaves danced around.
