While Yuan Ming was immersed in his cultivation, the others were not idle either; they all secluded themselves for arduous cultivation in an effort to advance their cultivation levels within the limited time, to better face the unknown situations to come.
But this was, after all, within a secret realm, where each person's carried resources were limited; once exhausted, it would not be easy to find more.
Spiritual materials that were readily available outside seemed priceless and hard to find in the secret realm.
Queen Ming Kong looked at the transparent zither in front of her, resembling crystal, with a slight frown on her face and a faint worry in her expression.
Her delicate fingers gently brushed across the four strings on the zither, silently mouthing, "Water, Fog, Frost, Ice," yet no sound emerged from the instrument.
She had been refining the Ice Soul Zither for many days, but due to the lack of a spiritual material called "Ice Soul Silk," she had been unable to succeed.
