Theron lay on his bed, Lyra by his side already in a deep sleep.
If he was honest with himself, he was already getting very antsy. These days of not cultivating or meditating were really beginning to get to him.
Was he a workaholic? Maybe. But he also felt like if he wasn't cultivating, his life had little purpose. If he wasn't chasing his revenge, then what good was breathing?
He looked out toward the moon's light by the open windows. There was a balcony there with glass doors opening to the chilly air. He wondered if she would come tonight or not.
Well, even if she didn't, at least the act of using his Water Mana to keep the chill away was about as good cultivation training as he would get now.
He had been doing it all day, and it was about the only thing stopping him from going insane.
