The Immortal felt hazy, as if she hadn't slept for days and nights. Ever since the Energy Introduction, she had always been clear-headed and spirited. This was the first time feeling like this.
She sat in a pile of weeds under the eaves, leaned against the wall, intending to rest for a while, but ended up falling asleep directly.
When she woke up again, it happened to be sunset. The setting sun cast its glow on Spirit Field Mountain, the terraced fields glittering like mirrors of neon, breathtakingly beautiful.
The Immortal watched for a while.
As the sky darkened, she still couldn't concentrate, so the evening class—Cultivation—was not going to happen.
She remembered in the last batch of scrolls, there was a book "Cultivation Basics" that said:
