"Brother Feng..." Outside the door, Zhou Wei knocked on Zhu Bufan's room door, feeling puzzled, "Could it be that Brother Feng has been cooped up in his room cultivating all day?"
After waiting for a while, the door finally creaked open.
"Brother Feng, you haven't been cultivating inside all day, have you?" Zhou Wei asked curiously, looking at Zhu Bufan's tired face.
"That's right, it's already this late! I didn't even notice myself," Zhu Bufan smiled calmly.
"But Brother Feng, you look terribly pale. Did something happen?" Zhou Wei said with a worried expression.
Zhu Bufan could clearly feel that Zhou Wei was genuinely concerned about him, but he couldn't reveal anything about what happened before. "It's nothing, just a small mishap during cultivation that took up quite some time!"
"What? A mistake in cultivation!" Zhou Wei exclaimed in shock. A mistake in cultivation can be extremely dangerous; it could greatly weaken one's strength, and might even threaten one's life.
