Silas rose from his bed, stretching languorously.
"Huff."
Two days of just learning had made Silas too tired to even think.
He had not stepped out of his room for a single moment throughout his seclusion.
As a Marshal rank cultivator, he could do without eating or resting for a long time, but Silas was used to them.
"I should step out for fresh air," he said, entering the bathroom.
He removed his stud and placed it on a table beside his wardrobe.
The soft sound of water hitting tiles echoed through the room for a long time.
"Yeah, I deserved a bath that long," Silas said as he walked out of the bathroom.
He wore his clothes.
A simple blue shirt that was not buttoned to the top, with black jeans.
Walking into the elevator, Silas looked around.
'Why do I feel this sense of nostalgia?' He wondered.
The elevator doors slid open and Silas stepped out.
Ever present, Clara bowed.
"How are you doing?" He asked her with a gentle tone.
"Fine, Master Silas," she replied.
