It was a bit slower than he had anticipated. At this rate, reaching Perfection in his Floating Meridians Cultivation would likely take longer than his twelve-year estimate. Still, compared to the initial sixty-two-year projection, he was quite satisfied with this speed.
The only thing Murphy regretted was the lack of progress with his Black Light Energy.
Over all these years, its total volume had only grown by about ten percent.
As for the residual Black Light Energy in the stables, it had been completely purged by people from the Church Court five years ago, leaving him no chance to absorb even a shred of it.
KNOCK, KNOCK!
The soft knocking interrupted his thoughts.
"Brother, may I come in?"
Aurora's crisp voice came from outside the door.
Murphy had heard her tiptoeing approach long ago but paid it no mind, continuing to circulate his breathing technique.
An hour later, the faint sound of a key turning in the lock came from the door.
