It was now mid-October. Since Chen Chuan was at the Motie Mountain Manor, he didn't call home for security reasons. Instead, he had Gao Ming send a telegram to his family.
During this time, he consumed the concoction twice more. His Essence Blood and Divine Constant accumulated daily. With no external enemies to interfere, it was equivalent to a period of secluded cultivation.
Aside from some mandatory defensive duties, he spent most of his time focused on his own training. He especially enjoyed the process, as he could clearly feel himself improve after each dose.
Over the past few days, the Meng Clan and the company had been making frequent moves. Yan Yi was dismissive, believing they were just trying to pressure Meng Shu and make her panic. 'The more anxious Meng Huang's side becomes,' she thought, 'the calmer we must remain.'
