The night passed uneventfully.
The next day, Han Feng awoke from twelve hours of deep sleep, feeling completely refreshed and full of energy.
His Cultivation at the Meridian Passage Realm Seventh Layer had made the Sword Essence within his body even more condensed, with the total amount stabilizing at 1,200 drops.
After quickly washing up, he went to the villa's dining room.
The butler, Old Liu, had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast infused with Spiritual Power, its aroma filling the air.
"Sir, have you seen today's news?"
Old Liu said as he served Han Feng his food. "The city's been bustling lately. There are unfamiliar faces everywhere, and prices have even gone up by twenty percent."
"Oh?"
Han Feng was a bit surprised.
He had been spending all his time either in the hangar or in the sky, practically becoming a hermit. He really had no idea what was happening in the outside world.
He activated the holographic projector on his personal wrist terminal.
