Chen Yi returned to the cabin and sat on the bed with closed eyes to rest his mind.
He wasn't cultivating, nor was he thinking about the past or future; he was merely emptying his heart and mind, sitting there with a calm expression.
This cabin, built from round logs, wasn't spacious, only about two square meters. It wasn't too shabby, as it was constructed from freshly cleared timber, still carrying the natural fragrance of the woods.
Faintly, one by one talismanic seals illuminated and appeared on it, casting a shimmering light on Chen Yi, shifting between brightness and shadow.
Reflecting on it, he realized he hadn't rested, or rather slept, for a long time.
How long had it been?
Probably since he started his journey away from the Grand Void Sect, either he was hurrying along or cultivating, or in combat.
Without a moment's pause.
Days like these had persisted for nearly a year.
