As night fell, the people of Bai Jincheng all departed.
Mo Wangchen's dwelling was situated by the lakeside, a small courtyard enclosed by bamboo and wood.
In the courtyard stood an ancient tree, exuding a sense of inexplicable antiquity, undoubtedly existing for countless long years.
He sat cross-legged in the courtyard; deep into the night, the bright moonlight spilled over his shoulders, giving Mo Wangchen an ethereal quality.
A faint glow enveloped his body, as he was practicing the Shenwang Futian Technique.
"The two years in the virtual realm were not wasted. Within it, under the identity of Ji Changkong, I practiced the Shenwang Futian Technique. After coming out, my understanding of this cultivation technique hasn't faded."
This was what Mo Wangchen felt most fortunate about. In the virtual realm, he had already cultivated the Shenwang Futian Technique to the Small Success Realm.
