The next day, as the sky began to lighten, Chen Chuan opened his eyes, emerging from a deep meditative state.
He took a moment to assess himself. Cultivating in the Merging Land with special medicine seemed even more effective than in Central City.
But it also appeared to come with greater risks.
He looked at his Second Self. The signs of dissipation within it were obvious and clung to it persistently. It seemed this invasive effect was long-lasting; there was no telling how long it would take to fade.
This meant he needed to be more cautious about taking medicine to cultivate here. He couldn't do it as frequently as he did in Central City, especially since he also had combat duties to perform.
He got up and washed his face. Just as he was about to go outside for some exercise, he suddenly heard a sharp whistle. Something was happening.
