Sun Bing emerged from the chrysalis at dawn, greeted by a large crowd standing outside watching.
There was no such thing as emerging as a butterfly, only a staggered figure stumbling out.
Sun Bing grimaced as he spoke. After forming a chrysalis, he was trapped inside, this damnable silk line tying him up in the final step, leaving him unable to do anything but cultivate.
"Can't break free?"
The speaker was none other than Ou Mingdong, his "troublesome" master, who had now "grown up".
The Great Elder curiously approached to look at the separated cocoon shell, which didn't seem very sturdy and could be easily broken from the outside.
"It's not these silk-like things that trapped me."
Sun Bing found it difficult to explain clearly to them, especially the state of being inside the cocoon.
He simply said that he couldn't move his own body and could only cultivate like this.
That's exactly what he did; after finishing his cultivation, the cocoon would break open on its own.
