In the reception room of the Yanhuang Organization East Sea Branch, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes gazing at his nose, his nose observing his heart, as still as an old monk in meditation, seemingly unaffected by anything in his surroundings.
Chu Ji sat on the sofa, her gaze unwavering as she watched Ye Fan, her charming face brimming with anticipation, and beneath that, a faint hint of worry.
Because Ye Fan addressed Ye Wenhao as "Dad" over the phone, Chu Ji knew that Ye Fan's inner demons had been resolved. She firmly believed that with Ye Fan's demonic cultivation talent, he could easily comprehend the true essence of the Innate Realm and break through to the Early Innate Realm.
But now, close to an hour had passed since Ye Fan went into deep meditation, and there had been no reaction, so how could she not be worried?
Whoosh!
Just as Chu Ji grew anxious because Ye Fan had yet to grasp the entry-level of the Innate Realm, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
