All ten sticks broke in a day. Some of them were hard, some were soft. However, all of them broke regardless.
Xue Ling was exhausted and her hands were trembling. She had difficulty cooking, and the tray of utensils and dishes she carried shook as if they were about to fall off anytime. It was painful for her to pick up the jar and pour the wine.
Chu Li, on the other hand, was completely energized. A day of cultivation with such method was better than doing it for three days. It seemed like assistance in the form of external force may be needed after all to help in the cultivation of the Sentient Menace.
There was, however, one challenge – that is to maintain a tranquil and serene mind.