Aunt Wang hesitated and said, "Alright, but you mustn't wander too far. The area around the Spirit Pool is very dangerous."
"Of course," Zheng Yi said. "I'll just stroll in the nearby forest and won't go out."
"Alright then."
After bidding farewell to Aunt Wang, Zheng Yi walked into the forest within the Spirit Pool.
He's been in this world for ten years and has been cultivating all this time.
Though his body could endure it, how could an adult's mind withstand such prolonged, tedious cultivation?
For these ten years, he has been in a daze, as if his spirit was shrouded in a layer of fabric.
Time passes by, and he surprisingly had no major insights, quietly living through it.
The scenery of the Spirit Pool World is indeed pleasant, with many unknown wild grasses and fruits growing intermittently. They look very bright, but he dares not pick or eat them at will.
What's peculiar is... why is there mist everywhere here?
