What's Up With The First Pavilion In The Sky?

The next day, the sun was up.

Xu Xiaoshou grimaced as he got up from the wooden bed. He felt a back ache as if he had been beaten up in his sleep.

It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep. Normally, at this hour, he would still be in a state of deep cultivation.

But today, this wooden bed was really uncomfortable to sleep on.

Xu Xiaoshou regretted it.

He should have accepted the goodwill of the Plenty Gold Company. Later, when he had time, he would call Xin Gugu to bring over all the furniture.

"I'm about to break through..."

As his thoughts ran wild, Xu Xiaoshou murmured while habitually using his spiritual senses to probe his energy reserve.

To think about it, it had already been more than half a month since he stepped into the Upper Spiritual Level.

During this half a month, he had used very little medicine.