However, at present, only Wentian could refine high-grade Divine Will Pills. Perfected Yunding and Xu Zhen still needed a period of accumulation.
In the depth of winter, at midnight.
Wentian stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard. Thin frost had formed on the blue stone slabs, reflecting the stars in the sky.
The annual ancestral rite had long since passed silently while Wentian was deriving the pill formula and refining Spirit-Advancing Pills.
At that time, the imperial city had been similarly lively.
Immortal cultivators were also human.
If they were loose cultivators, alone and unattached, perhaps they would spend the annual ancestral rite coldly in some restaurant or brothel.
