In cultivation, the years pass without notice.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. After more than a decade of chaos, the situation in Zhongzhou had surprisingly quieted down. Over time, people had gradually figured out the rules of the game, and a certain balance and stalemate had formed between the various factions.
Wang Ping's teahouse in Zhonghui County Town had been open for ten years, long enough to see batches of the local elderly pass on. For Wang Ping, a decade was merely the length of a meditation session, but for mortals, it was an entire cycle of life and death.
However, Wang Ping hadn't personally visited the teahouse for the past ten years. A puppet had taken his place, living out that mortal identity for him, while Wang Ping himself sat alone in an underground cavern beneath the Mountain Peak Dojo, cultivating the first volume of the Divine Secret Technique: Restraint.
