"Once Elder Devon and the five cultivators were done speaking with him, Robert walked out of the training hall." The sky was rapidly darkening, and the lanterns were creating cozy pools of light on the stone paths.
Now, the estate was a lot quieter, as the lively activities of the day faded into the serene stillness of the night.
"Robert's footsteps fell into a steady rhythm as his thoughts drifted from alchemy to something completely different. No potion-making tonight—he needed to work on himself instead."
He walked into his private quarters, shutting the heavy wooden door behind him. The soft scent of sandalwood still hung in the air from the incense he had burned during his meditation. Without delay, he sat down on the thick meditation cushion in the middle of the room, legs crossed and back straight.
For the first time, he was diving into Soul Seed Formation, having finally established the spiritual foundation that made it possible.
