The next day, Lin Mu roused from his state of cultivation.
HUUU
"It really is the best place for cultivation I've seen so far," Lin Mu said, feeling incredibly comfortable.
Even after a whole night of cultivating, he didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue—whether mental or physical. The Qi in the air was simply too rich, empowering his body just by existing.
Lin Mu looked up at the violet sky and the sun shining in the distance, partially hidden among the mountains.
"Should be time for breakfast," Lin Mu muttered.
He went to the main hall, where Monk Hushu was already present.
"How was your first night in the temple?" the man asked.
"Quite good," Lin Mu replied. "I now understand why you said you can consider this place home. It really feels like it."
The comfort Lin Mu had felt here was similar to how he felt when his parents were alive.
Even in that tiny house with little to eat, he had felt safe and content. And now, here, he was once more experiencing the same.
