Duan Feng woke up. It took the time of two cups of tea. Five minutes slower than when Luo Chen had undergone the same process.1

This meant that he had not gained much from the Spirit Passage pill. But that wasn’t the main point. The main point was that he had regained consciousness. Although upon waking, his condition was terrible he appeared dazed, as if still trapped in a dream.0

The fact that he had woken up at all was already a good sign.0

Luo Chen didn’t linger, leaving the space for Feng Xia.0

He was busy. Not with trivial matters, but with cultivation. Besides maintaining his daily cultivation techniques, he had to grind proficiency in various spells.0

After all the progress bar for Imperial Nectar was still stuck, and that had to change.0

Heal had already reached Grandmaster level, but there was still a long way to go before Perfected Mastery. Thus, he put it aside for now.0

His current focus was on Sound Isolation. This highly practical spell had long reached Beginner level. However, due to infrequent use, it had remained stagnant at 81/100 proficiency.0

This one would be easy to grind!0

Thus, in the days that followed cultivators of the Luo Tian Society noticed a strange phenomenon.0

Whenever the President spoke with someone, he would first cast a Sound Isolation Barrier. At first, everyone thought it was to discuss something highly confidential, preventing eavesdroppers. But every cultivator who finished speaking with Luo Chen walked away looking utterly baffled.0

Because all he asked about were ordinary, everyday matters.1

"How’s your injury recovery?"0

"Are you getting used to living at Xiao Huan Mountain?"0

"Any difficulties in cultivation? I can offer some guidance."0

Though they were confused, they couldn’t deny one thing, the President’s attention made them feel genuinely valued. Some even started confiding in him about...0