The days passed like flowing water.
Spring turned to summer, and in the blink of an eye, a month went by.
During this month, Chen Ye's life was as disciplined as a monk's.
In the early morning, he inhaled and exhaled purple air with the rising sun, tempering his divine soul;
During the day, he sat upright in Baopu Hall, teaching and enlightening all the disciples.
There's no denying it, Chen Ye is indeed a good teacher.
Perhaps because of the proficiency panel he possesses, he often grasps the essence of techniques, Alchemy Dao, and even formations.
Those obscure and difficult formulas, with his few words of guidance, allowed disciples to suddenly realize, like clouds parting to reveal the sun.
Even those disciples who only came to pass time had to admit after a few classes—this man's belly truly has ink.
He wasn't the kind of mediocre teacher that just read from textbooks but truly passed on the Way and imparted knowledge.
A month later.
That day, deep in the night.
