Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
For three whole months, Yang An had forsaken sleep and food, wasting not a single moment. He poured all his time into cultivation, day after day, until night and day were reversed.
But even so, after three months, the Mana within his acupoints was still a third of the way from reaching the Late Stage Perfection of the Primordial Feeding Realm.
Having consumed all his cultivation-assisting Elixirs, he was left with only the Array Magical Artifact for support, and his speed of condensing Mana had slowed down considerably.
On this particular day, while Yang An was still in the middle of cultivation, the voice of his Second Senior Brother came from outside his residence.
Before the man had even arrived, a violent cough startled Yang An out of his cultivation state.
"Junior Brother, are you in your residence?"
