Time passed, bit by bit.
The thunder around Chu Qingyun's body had vanished, but his Heart and Mind remained immersed in the Illusion Realm. He swung his sword again and again, comprehending his Thunder Sword.
Around Mu Xiaoxiao, the falling snowflakes grew more numerous and larger. It was clear her comprehension of her own Sword Intent had greatly improved.
Meanwhile, Dai was off to the side. After Refining Primordial Spirit Liquid into Primordial Liquid to fill his Qi Sea, he began to Calm his Heart and Concentrate his Spirit, compressing the Primordial Liquid in an attempt to break through to Level 7 Martial Spirit.
All three of them were cultivating diligently.
Half an afternoon went by. Dai was the first to open his eyes, ending his cultivation.
He blinked, looked at Mu Xiaoxiao, and scratched his head in embarrassment. His attempt to break through to Level 7 Martial Spirit had failed again.
