Zhao Xuanqi returned to his room. He was well aware that taking leave at a time like this, even if he controlled his body to exhibit the necessary symptoms, would inevitably invite criticism and might even lower his evaluation as a New Disciple. However, he didn't care.
After all, the Evil Spirit incident was the most pressing matter. He needed enough time to increase his own strength as quickly as possible.
He focused his mind, Sensing that ethereal feeling of crisis, and made an estimate.
'At this rate of accumulation, the sense of crisis will probably build to last night's level by the night after tomorrow. At that point, I'll likely be drawn in by the Evil Spirits again.'
'Hmm, three days? The cycle is slower than I anticipated. I thought I would be drawn in again tonight. Coincidentally, Hua Guangcan approved a two-day leave, so I have nearly three days of free time. That's more than enough for me to get a lot done.'
