It's been three months.
In the spacious magic practice field in the backyard of the Half-Mountain Courtyard, Shen Changchuan's gaze was hazy, having just cast a Cyan Wood Sword Light.
During these three months, he had spent most of his days in a repetitive cycle: consuming and refining Cyan Jade Pills, practicing various forms of Magic until his Magical Power was depleted, recovering his Magical Power, and repeating the process.
He pushed himself to the point of utter exhaustion time and time again, repeatedly forcing himself to endure mental fatigue as he meditated to refine his Magical Power and recover.
During this period, in Spirit Stones alone, he had consumed nearly a thousand!
Heaven knows how he had managed to get through these days!
Even though he considered his will to have been tempered to an extreme toughness over the years, after enduring such an arduous cultivation process, Shen Changchuan felt as if a lifetime had passed!
