Zhuo Rusui had already felt it odd when he started to cultivate close-eyed in autumn.
The spiritual energies of heaven and earth converged on them like the real wind. Though most of the energies were absorbed by Jing Jiu's body, the amount of the energies amid the cliffs had increased many times over; and those spiritual energies were as pure as the water.
Neither the Center Sect nor the Green Mountain Sect could find a place that had such abundant spiritual energies, though the two sects had the best spiritual sources.
Cultivating in such an environment, one could progress in one year as much as they did in many years. It was only a short time from autumn to this day that he sensed that his Dao Tree had evidently grown and the amount of his sword source had increased a great deal. As such, Zhuo Rusui remained silent for a long while before he asked that question.