Even with only its remnant soul body, it still couldn't suppress the fatigue surging up from the bottom of its heart, and it wanted very much to rest properly for a while.
Only, up to now, Li Zhirui showed no sign of coming out of seclusion at all, so Wansheng could only grit its teeth and hold on.
But in order to give itself a bit of breathing room and rest, it no longer taught the first batch of Disciples hand-in-hand, because they had already become Cultivators and ought to slowly learn how to cultivate on their own.
It put more of its time and energy into instructing the second batch of Disciples.
And once it had set them on the right track, since there would be no new Disciples entering the Sect for the next few years, Wansheng finally welcomed days with a little bit of leisure.
"The hardest days have already been endured…" It could finally let out a long breath.
