Four days, five days, six days, seven days, eight days, nine days, ten days.
Li Ruolan sat on the futon in front of the thatched cottage. She slowly ate the food in the lunch box she was holding, almost making no sound for fear of disturbing the person inside the cottage.
As the days passed, her nervousness grew along with her sense of seriousness regarding this matter. She did not dare act carelessly in fear of attracting bothersome people.
She actually knew that the strong wind whistling high above was not quiet in the slightest. Yet she could not help but stop herself from making a sound, afraid that she would disturb Chu Li and thus waking him from his deep meditation.
She knew that when cultivating the Scripture of Great Light, the longer it was cultivated in a single sitting, the greater the gain. The difference between cultivating six hours in a single sitting and spreading six hours of cultivation across two days was like clouds and mud.