There is no sense of cold or heat in the mountains, and cultivation pays no heed to the passing of years, leaving one oblivious to the flight of time. By the time the mind snapped back to reality, a few months had slipped away in the blink of an eye.
"Siran, come to your room after dinner, I want to show you something wonderful!" Ji Qingzhu pulled Gu Siran aside that evening and whispered in her ear.
She still felt it best to talk things through clearly with Gu Siran. If Gu Siran was unwilling to take the enormous risk of simultaneously cultivating both immortality and demonic arts, she would have Cangyuan step in and erase this memory.
Chapter 51