The black cat no longer bothered Xia Shuang; this time, it had learned its lesson. As soon as Yu Ziqing stepped out of the locust forest, it immediately clung to him tightly, resolved to complete its betrayal no matter what.
It dared not enter Jinlan Mountain, for Yu Ziqing had not invited it, not daring to set a foot inside.
That terrifying practitioner of the Sword Dao, who could only reside outside the locust forest, bore no shame in not entering the forest.
After watching Xia Shuang being brutally beaten again and observing the village chief's combat, Yu Ziqing returned contentedly.
Lately, aside from observing the village chief's combat to learn, there had been little else for Yu Ziqing to do.
Every day was just routine Cultivation, a slow grind, endured over time.
Whether it was Body Cultivation, Refining God, or even Qi Refinement, most of the time it was like this.
The time for breakthroughs was rare.
