Immediately after leaving the world of the mind with Linyue, Qingyi went in search of a cultivation room, which wasn't difficult to find.
The dragon people had many of these, far more than their population was even capable of coming close to using, and the vast majority were basically available for free use.
During his search, he even heard some rumors about Jinrui's failed attempt at treatment and his father's punishment.
A thousand years in prison where he wouldn't be able to cultivate and would have to make copies of all the dragon people's books, again and again.
It was truly hellish, but a short time compared to his life expectancy.
Qingyi didn't think much more about those two. Jinrui was finished and when his father left his prison, he wouldn't even have the chance to look Qingyi in the eye.
Sighing, he entered the cultivation room; about two hundred square meters, surrounded by obsidian-black walls and illuminated by pure blue crystals.
