Several hours later, dozens of black pills were seen on the refining table. Grey quickly swiped his hand and they disappeared Into his storage bag.
Several days had passed but to him, a cultivator, the concept of time was bland. Cultivators lived much longer than normal people, so they were not afraid of wasting several days on a project.
To Grey, this little refinement may be the difference between life and death. You could never be too prepared and must never be caught unprepared.
And as he was planning on staying out to sea for a very long time, he wanted to be as prepared for anything as he possibly could.
That meant every single piece of information, every improvement that may seem minuscule would be sure help to him.
He planned on increasing his control over his shadow while cultivating the Forbidden Monarch art.
