In the blink of an eye, four days passed.
My life was calm and uneventful, with schooling and cultivation being my daily routine.
Reports about the Henderson Syndicate were everywhere—on TV, online, in newspapers. It was a sensation.
The collapse of the Henderson Syndicate's influence in Arcadia was just a matter of time.
As for Emily Davis, she had already woken up, safe and sound.
And that Harold Hughes had disappeared without a trace and was on the police's wanted list.
I was quite content with the peace; I wouldn't want such incidents to happen again.
That night, I cultivated as usual.
There were a total of sixty-seven Spirit Stones obtained in that tomb, which, at five per day, would last thirteen or fourteen days, and now only eight days had passed, leaving quite a number remaining.
According to my estimates, fully absorbing them could indeed advance me to Great Perfection.
