From our arrival back at Hohgei kingdom and the capital city, our lives pretty much went back to our normal routine. Mu came to me in the manor early in the day and he wouldn’t leave until well at night.
We spent most of our time talking about his real world, cultivation, and sending each other smoldering looks when we thought that the other wasn’t watching. Silly? Perhaps, but then again, I had to keep pretending that I hadn’t known him before, and he had to concentrate on building his cultivation base.
As he put it, most of his day was spent in meditation, bolstering his spirit through an intimate knowledge of himself and the power residing within, and refining his chi— which, from the way he explained it, was much like cleaning water by adding more water into the mix. Or, at least, that is what I understood from his words. Like some sort of martial arts training to strengthen his body in preparation for the trials to come.