Chu Yi thought like this, but his eyelids could no longer resist the pull of sleep.
He fell asleep with a gurgle in his throat, like a child.
When he woke up, it was already the next morning.
A ray of golden sunlight shone on the entrance of the cave, and outside the cave, there was a thick white fog.
The hunchbacked old man's bottles of Spiritual Liquid were indeed very useful, it had to be said.
Chu Yi discovered that his body had become much lighter, and when walking on the grass, his footprints were much deeper than before.
Knowing his situation, Chu Yi felt a bit disappointed, yet also a bit happy.
What disappointed him was the thought that after consuming so much Spiritual Liquid, his Cultivation Base might have improved, but judging from the current situation, progress was out of the question.
What made him happy, though, was that although he hadn't made any progress in terms of Cultivation Base, there was a clear difference in his strength.
