Disturbance At Breakfast

Hong Zhao's eyes flashed white as he opened them after a night of cultivating. He was grateful to his higher cultivation base, allowing him to go a prolonged time before sleep. Even as he watched Ren Cai's steady breathing from her bed, he still felt well rested. He felt as though his qi spiral had grown again, only by a little. Having to replenish his qi before improving seemed to take hours, even though he could feel that he was cultivating faster than he had ever done so.

Getting up silently with practiced ease, he stretched his sore limbs. He might feel well rested, but his limbs having stayed in the same position all night seemed to lock them up a bit. He looked out the window and noticed that the sun had yet to rise. The stars still stood out brightly to the black sky as he climbed his way out and made his way to the roof.