Days turned into weeks.
Every morning, Xu Wuyi would wake up, practice a set of martial arts in the courtyard, and then go out to buy groceries. At noon, he would cook a meal for himself. In the afternoon, he would sit blankly beneath the old locust tree or return to his room to meditate quietly. At night, he went to bed early, only to repeat the routine the next day.
He did not watch the news, paid no attention to what was happening in the outside world, and contacted no one. His personal terminal had been tossed into a drawer and left unopen for a long time.
Sometimes, he wondered if he would truly become an ordinary person one day if things continued like this. But he knew he wouldn't. Because deep within his Sea of Consciousness, that great blue sun was changing every single day.
The changes were subtle, almost imperceptible at first. However, as time went by, they became increasingly obvious and profound.
