Cultivating in this valley gave Gu Yu a sensation he had never felt anywhere else. Not only was his Qi circulating more smoothly, his exhausted spiritual essence was recovering at a noticeable speed. This place with over a double density surely was a blessed spot—at least a knock-off one. The effect was evident.
Numerous small animals had lost their heads as they fought for the fruit alone, until the only thing left of them was a pile of bones. Had human cultivators learned about this place, imagine what turmoil they would set off.
"..."
He sat by the stream for a period neither too long nor too short before opening up his eyes. Snuffling, he blurted out, "Do I smell soybean paste noodles?"
"Here, you’re right on time for it." Xiaozhai had spread the picnic cloth on the ground. Handing him a lunchbox, she asked, "Already recovered?"
"Yep, faster than I expected."
