Chapitre 273: The Mourning Ceremony. Part 12

Adonis smiled and leaned against the chair to look at the ceiling of the windowless room. From the wall paint to the table and chair, everything was painted white and the only thing which was a different colour was the orange-eyed boy sitting in a meditating position. 

Since he failed to get his hands on the last potion to reach the 4th stage, he decided to meditate on his own to reach his goal. It was the manual, or should we say, the normal way every gods follow to increase their divine qi. 

Adonis was following that. He didn't want to waste any time playing around so he went straight to use his time to meditate and get praised by his master. 

And the prison cell was the safest, the quietest and the most undisturbed place. He was under 24-hour surveillance but it didn't bother him. Adonis was happy with the free time he got.

And in the middle of his meditation, a woman walked in and took a seat in front of him.