A month had passed, and the Bamboo Sea Spirit Institute remained unchanged. In a silent chamber with only three walls at the entrance, Bai Zizai sat cross-legged with a head of silver hair, his eyes half-closed. Only when martial artists came to visit would he open those somewhat cloudy eyes.
Having spent nearly two months in the Sun and Moon Divine Sect, Ye Zhen had come to understand what kind of person Bai Zizai was.
Essentially, he belonged to the type of martial artists whose Martial Arts Cultivation had reached its limit and who could no longer make any breakthroughs, only waiting quietly for life to ebb away.
Such martial artists had the least status within the Sun and Moon Divine Sect. It was also why Yua Huaisong was able to beat up Bai Zizai on a whim back then.
"Elder Bai, are there any spots for cultivation in the Spirit Academy?" Ye Zhen asked with a chuckle.
