He lazily stretched his limbs about, feeling the extremely pleasurable relief shimmer through and down his body. Lifting from the king-sized bed, he determined the amount of time that had eclipsed so far, feeling a slight amazement at seventy-six days since his concoction had completed. This answered a question of his: Was the Alchemic Astral Soul the reason his concoction times were extremely small?
Now he knew the truth.
No.
At least, it wasn't the sole reason.
Fortunately, during this long period of time, he hadn't just been idling around without doing much. Instead, he was delving into his own cultivation, focusing on the insights he'd gleamed from watching Zuhei and Lin Ming's fight all those months ago. With all this available time, he could fully focus only on this.