This meditation retreat marked Yang Zhen's longest ever.
When Yang Zhen awakened, it was already the fourth day's morning; he stretched lazily, gazing at the sun gradually rising in the mid-air, a hint of nostalgia flickering across his face.
"It's already been four days, such a long time, it seems that going on retreats really isn't for humans!"
The people nearby wore baffled expressions, almost rushing up to strangle Yang Zhen.
Especially those ordered by Hua Youyue to wait for Yang Zhen here, who looked utterly lost.
Four days of retreat and you think it's too long?
We usually retreat for half a year, or even several years or decades; aren't we wasting life then?
The most infuriating part was that others spent half a year, a year, or even several years or decades in retreat, and yet the results of their cultivation didn't match what Yang Zhen achieved in just a few days.
This was simply demoralizing.
