Xian Tiandi closed the gate and returned to his cultivation room. He settled back onto the meditation cushion and resumed circulating his spiritual energy, letting the rich spiritual energy of the sect flow through his meridians.
'It won't be too long before the sect competition. Three months at most.'
'That will be my chance to enter the sect's secret realm and acquire that treasure for my foundation establishment.'
'Perfect... hehehe.'
The hours passed slowly as he cultivated. The sun moved across the sky, casting changing shadows through the windows. Xian Tiandi's breathing remained steady and controlled, each breath drawing in spiritual energy and refining it through his meridians.
