I sat cross-legged on my large, fluffy bed, taking in deep breaths as I tried to clear and settle my tired mind.
I took a shower the moment I returned, getting rid of all remaining traces of milk on my body. After some hesitation, I also decided to pop some pills to calm my symptoms. The medication was already losing its effectiveness, so I reckoned it would be best to get the most use out of it before it became entirely useless.
Song sent me a message in the meantime. I had only to read the first lines before deciding to ignore the rest of its contents completely. She was just being a sore loser.
Instead, I chose to focus on more important things after wolfing down my food. Specifically, cultivation.
It was not really cultivation in the true sense of the word. I had only chosen that as the name back in the novel. It would be more accurate to describe it as synchronizing with my gift.
It was the primary method of advancement in the lower ranks, and I needed to do so badly.
