The next day, early at Mao Hour.
Ge Dongxu got up as usual.
However, he neither practiced his cultivation like usual, nor did he try to comprehend the essence of winter storage.
Because it was summer in Melbourne. Spring emerges, summer grows, autumn harvests, winter stores—the current transformation of life energy in nature was exactly the opposite of the mysteries of winter storage he had recently glimpsed.
Thus, it was not suitable for him to cultivate or comprehend winter storage here at this time. He had to continue suppressing the vitality trying to emerge from within him and wait for the arrival of spring.
After getting up and cleaning up, Ge Dongxu stepped outside and saw Ouyang Murong already waiting at the door, feeling a touch of warmth in his heart, and smiled, "Don't you need to practice your cultivation? Waiting here so early."