About three breaths later, the starlight emitted a faint glow.
Jiang He... came online.
"How's the cultivation going?"
Jiang He never bothered with pleasantries, always diving straight into the matter, which Chen Yuan was accustomed to, so he answered earnestly:
"Everything is going smoothly, my cultivation has reached the peak of the Primordial Spirit."
Faced with Chen Yuan's candor, Jiang He paused noticeably on his end, reacting only moments later, saying calmly:
"Hmm... not bad."
Although his demeanor seemed unchanged, Jiang He, seated in the Heavenly Patrol Hall in Qingzhou, nearly spilled his tea on the table, his mood far from calm.
He originally thought Chen Yuan would be in seclusion for a day or two, barely pushing his Primordial Spirit a little higher.
Unexpectedly, he directly ascended to the peak of the Primordial Spirit!
Hasn't it been just over a month since he broke through at Wudang Mountain?
Thinking about Chen Yuan, Jiang He fell silent.
