Homesick
In the Ghost Realm, it was as if time stood still. There were no seasons, no change in the weather, or the temperature.
Every day was like the previous, and as they were traveling in the carriages, the days began to become a long blur of what happened which day.
None of the ghosts needed to consume food and drinks, and even if they did, there was simply nothing to eat in the ghost realm, and Xue Wei and Lan did not need to consume anything either.
However, this caused every day just to be spent cultivating. Although they did not rush it, their advance was rapid and shocking. They spent their entire time cultivating, which provided astounding results, but also frustrations.
When Xue Wei was cultivating in the world of the living, he would make sure to get familiar with his cultivation base. This was not a choice he made, but one of the ways he was living. He was constantly on the run, always chased or in danger.