Chapter 682: The Art of Sounding Certain
Ji's communication plaque lay beside Leon's elbow, its seal dark now that he had finished reading her instructions.
The message in front of his eyes remained.
[Lord of Illusion and Mystery: You have been absent for some time. What kept you so occupied?]
For a moment, he wanted to tell her.
Seven months of his own time, seven preserved Void Immortal cores, and more failed adjustments than he cared to remember—all to establish Early Qi Refinement. He was proud of it. He had earned the right to be proud of it, and discussing the work with someone who actually understood cultivation would have been a pleasure.
Unfortunately, this particular person believed he was a Lord of the Universe.
She might congratulate me. Right before asking what the fuck I've been doing with everyone's money.
Leon pulled his chair closer to the table.
