At dawn, as the distant sky revealed the pale light of daybreak, Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes, concluding a night of meditation.
"Although the green environment of this residential area is good, it is far inferior to the air quality of Spirit Mountain," he reflected. "The effect on purifying the body is greatly reduced, and consequently, the essence Qi generated by the blood Qi is much less, which slows down the conversion speed of essence Qi into power."
Thinking about how he had only recovered the power he had spent treating Su Yuxin's illness overnight, Ye Fan was thoughtful, yet unconcerned—compared to the tedious, secluded cultivation life, he much preferred the sensation of being in a bustling metropolis, especially walking on the streets crowded with people.
This, would make him forget the loneliness in his heart.
