C181 What a Coincidence!

Three days later, within the confines of an inn, Zhao Yu sat cross-legged on his bed, immersed in meditation and the practice of his cultivation technique.

Time passed, and eventually, he slowly opened his eyes, which sparkled with a vivid intensity.

Yet, with a furrowed brow, Zhao Yu remarked, "Light, it seems my cultivation technique has reached a state of Perfection."

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