But Xu Wuyi knew that after the day after tomorrow, all of this would end.
Those Star Beasts would become materials, those materials would become resources, and those resources would become stronger equipment and better Cultivation conditions. This was his value. Not purely power, but efficiency and profit.
He withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and continued to regulate his breathing.
As the night deepened, the noise in the camp gradually quieted down. Occasionally, patrolling Martial Artists walked past the tent, their footsteps very light, afraid of disturbing the people resting inside. Xu Wuyi sat in the darkness, his breathing steady, surrounded by the faint Power of Order.
He was adjusting his condition, bringing himself to his peak. Tomorrow's observation and the day after's action did not allow for any accidents.
Early the next morning, just as the sky began to lighten, Xu Wuyi woke up.
