He didn't stop there, still immersed in deep meditation.
He continued to resist the occasional noise and distractions, solidified his cultivation gains, and constantly accumulated experience.
Time silently slipped away in silence.
Outside the window, from the flashing neon of midnight to the tranquility of early morning.
Gradually transitioning to the gray-blue before dawn, until the sky was tinged with the fish-belly white.
The city awakened from its slumber, and sounds of vehicles and people talking began to emerge from the streets.
Then, sunlight pierced through the gap in the curtains, casting a bright streak on the bedroom floor.
As time passed, it slowly shifted, finally reaching Fang Cheng's face as he sat cross-legged on the bed.
The warm light brought information from the outside, and Fang Cheng's eyelids moved slightly.
But he did not open his eyes, still maintaining his meditation posture.
