"So..."
"If it's possible, take advantage of this period of calm to improve your cultivation level and strength as quickly as possible," he said.
"This is likely the last bit of time before the disaster strikes."
"It could very well be the final stretch you have to intensely focus on your cultivation in seclusion."
Having said this,
the Carefree Monk slipped the tattered wooden fan he was holding into his waistband.
He patted his hands,
then turned around.
It seemed that he intended to leave the courtyard.
"Wait..."
Seeing that the Carefree Monk was about to depart, Luo Changfeng abruptly stopped his train of thought and looked at the monk with a somewhat serious expression. In a low voice, he asked, "How much time is left before the calamity you speak of—this once-in-ten-thousand-years disaster—befalls us?"
"If it's as you say, and even an existence like you is in danger of perishing,"
