In the blink of an eye, eleven days had passed.
Shi Hao neither ate nor drank, as if he had turned into a clay figure.
At his level of cultivation, he could feast voraciously, consuming as much as a small mountain's worth of food in one sitting; yet he could also endure hunger and thirst for many days without eating or drinking, merely drawing on some of the energy from heaven and earth to sustain his vitality.
Moreover, in such a meditative state, the consumption of body functions for Shi Hao was extremely minimal, which meant he could last even longer.
Su Manman, seeing this, felt bored, but did not interrupt; after all, such a state of enlightenment was rare, and she was certainly not someone oblivious to the bigger picture.
She took the big yellow dog and continued to wander about to prevent the despicable creature from disturbing Shi Hao.
This made the big yellow dog frustrated; in its eyes, Su Manman was a devil.
But what could it do? Dare it disobey?
