C111 One with the World

The relentless march of time never ceases, and before he knew it, Zhang Yu had spent an entire half-month in the monotonous Cultivation Room.

With a deep sigh, he released a breath of stale air and opened his eyes, having sat in meditation for so long. Realizing how much time had passed, he couldn't help but feel a jolt of surprise. "Indeed, the life of a cultivator knows no seasons