It had been a few days since the great battle.
After Jiang Yiming mastered the Energy-cleansing Technique to the point he could easily refine the demonic energy himself without the help of the old man, he began cultivating in seclusion.
"Phew, cultivating still has to be down to Earth. I can't slack off even a little," After cultivating in seclusion for an unknown period of time, he had already refined more than half of the demonic energy.
When all the demonic energy had been refined, he would then be able to slowly find a way to solidify his foundation.
He wondered how his disciples were doing with their cultivation.
He should probably go and take a look.
"Master! You've finally come out of seclusion!" As soon as he came out of the sect's array, Huang Chaoyu's silvery bell-like laughter filled his ears.
"What's so funny? How about you tell me about it?"