"Hmm… I feel that I'm ready for a breakthrough into the True Foundation stage, but for some reason, my body refuses to begin the process," Quinlan muttered under his breath as he slowly opened his eyes from yet another unfruitful meditation.
Two weeks had passed since the heist in the Jiai family's treasury. Two weeks of seclusion, of grim recovery from near-death wounds, and constant cultivation in this forested sanctuary, hidden beneath veils of mist and interwoven branches. His body had healed, but something was missing.
Across from him stood Feng.
She was different now.
The playful imp who once relied only on wits and mobility had matured into something else. Her presence no longer felt like a breeze passing by: it was like standing before the still surface of a deep lake, deceptively calm, but filled with latent power.
