The time that passed under a routine schedule always seemed to go by especially fast.
During this period, Xu Lingjun hardly had a day of rest, even though no one was actually chasing him...
But he just had an inexplicable sense of anxiety.
It felt as if not cultivating was like suffering a significant loss.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere of the Martial Mansion.
Of course…
To say there was truly no one chasing might not be entirely accurate.
Xu Lingjun and Li Jingjun lived opposite each other, and through their windows, they could often see the other's light. If they didn't close their curtains, their eyes would occasionally meet...
One could only say that the transparency of the glass was indeed too good, causing some mild awkwardness.
Over the past month, the two hardly spoke to each other.
But secretly, the competition was ongoing.
Her exhaustion, Xu Lingjun felt, might also partly owe to his efforts...
