"Mother, didn't Husband just say it was a cultivation issue?"
Xu Qingqing shook her head and looked somewhat hesitantly towards the house where Chen Zhixing was in seclusion.
As far as she knew, since Chen Zhixing started cultivating, he had never encountered any difficult hurdles. Today's situation left her unsure of how she could be of any assistance.
...
In cultivation, Chen Zhixing hadn't encountered any obstacles.
The reason he isolated himself was that he knew his current mentality wasn't right for interacting with others.
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on his bed, a large cauldron about a square meter in size floating around him, with strands of chaotic qi flowing and gathering around him, occasionally colliding and fusing, then bursting with a bang, creating tiny space cracks emerging from within the cauldron.
