The Master of Biluo Peak goes to sleep, embodying a certain laziness, a sense of freedom that doesn't require cultivation, a feeling of a lack of ambition.
In his own eyes, that's a feeling of freedom, a feeling of being able to let things slide, like an idle fish, a feeling he enjoys.
The female Immortal doesn't quite see it that way; what about her master?
She can't manage so much right now. She drank earlier, so she must enhance her strength and transform the Qi from the alcohol into Spiritual Power.
Quickly improve the body's quality, consolidate cultivation, and repair the body's injuries.
This capability shouldn't decline anymore, and with no guidance from Master, she must now practice some cultivation skill manuals from before.
The idle female Immortal went into her room to cultivate, disregarding day and night.
Apart from this meal, perhaps she won't eat dinner or tomorrow's breakfast.
