"Young Master, Young Master!"
The sound coming from outside the door was somewhat urgent.
The man inside the house, focused on regulating his breath, moved somewhat sluggishly.
The aura swirling in the guest room was slowly dissipating. Generally, cultivators detest being disturbed during cultivation, especially beginners who might easily make mistakes in such situations, leading to a cultivation deviation.
The spiritual energy was dim, resembling the diluted color of ink in water, but it soon dissipated. At their realm, it was difficult to make mistakes in cultivation, but being disturbed still brought a touch of annoyance.
"What's so urgent that it's come to this?"
Hearing the voice inside the room, one of the attendants symbolically knocked on the door, ignoring the Young Master's slightly displeased expression, and kneeled on one knee, speaking rapidly.
