Sitting cross-legged on the soft bed, Mu Chen recalled the advice Dilaka and his Master had given him and began to plan his future path of cultivation. Life was like that; you didn't have to map out your entire existence in one go, but you absolutely needed a goal for each stage.
'Master said I should strengthen myself in three areas: one, Spirit; two, Body; and three, Martial Arts Realm.'
Muttering to himself, he flipped his wrist, and an ancient, white-bound book appeared in his hand. The cover bore no name, only faint creases and a cracked surface that spoke of the ages it had weathered. Yet when he brushed a hand over it, not a speck of dust rose. It was clear its previous owner had cherished it as dearly as their own life. At this thought, a slender but resilient figure surfaced in his mind.
'Forest of Myriad Manifestations, Sima Shanshan…'
It had been two years and five months since he left the Senluo Tomb. More than two years was enough time for anything to change.
