Inside the safehouse.
Quan He was lounging in the first-floor lobby, sipping fruit juice and watching TV.
The variety shows on Flame Star had become her new way to pass the time.
As for cultivation, she was no longer under Yu Hong's influence. She trained for twelve hours daily, allocating the rest of her time as she pleased, eating and drinking without restraint.
Although she had also experienced the Source Disaster, she could not be as singularly focused as Yu Hong, who forsook all entertainment solely to improve his cultivation and strength.
Boom.
Just as she picked up her phone to order takeout, a sudden, dull tremor echoed from Yu Hong's cultivation chamber downstairs.
Quan He felt a jolt in her heart and furrowed her brows; she had a vague sense of foreboding.
"What's going on? The Black Black Spirit should guarantee absolute safety, so why this feeling...? Where is it coming from...."
She stood up, closed her eyes, and carefully sensed any changes within her body.
