169 White Jade

After dinner, Chen Mu poured a cup of sour plum juice for Jie Jia.

Sitting back in the rocking chair, he picked up the wooden cup from the low table and took a sip, heaving a sigh.

"To think I've transmigrated, and yet I still have to be a wage worker."

Even though he might not get paid, even though it might be tiring, in the end, he still had to go.

Just like all those predecessors of Shell Soul who went one after another over the years.

Before boarding the ship, could they have refrained from inquiring about the situation, could they not know what treatment to expect?

"In the end, they still wanted to see the view from a higher place."

Chen Mu's mind stirred, and he turned his head to tentatively ask Jie Jia, "Do you know how to practice in the Perceptive Stage?"

"I know," Jie Jia nodded.

Chen Mu immediately became interested, "Can you tell me about it?"

"Meditate and recite scriptures."

"That's it?" Chen Mu exclaimed, his eyes wide.