Eleven Years

Jing Qiu looked to her side to see Xue Ying, who had already been sitting cross-legged for half an hour, finally start to open his eyes. His vision seemed much more focused now.

"Xue Ying, what happened to you?" Jing Qiu couldn't help but ask.

Xue Ying stood up, turned to look Emperor Heavencloud's corpse still staring at the array diagram even in death, and said, "The heart is like a mirror, while cultivating the heart is much like polishing that mirror to allow a clearer reflection. That's something I must frequently remind myself of time and time again. Otherwise, if dust is left to cover that mirror, the reflection will also dull before long. Emperor Heavencloud's Dao Heart is strong that it allowed me to understand this point. It let me understand that my Dao Heart is simply not strong enough!