The moon above seemed a touch more serene and deathly still than in days past.
Although Lin Yun had thick skin, he was not shameless. After being publicly humiliated by Qing Nu, he simply decided to ignore her, dutifully completing the daily punishments and thereafter, cultivating.
He would play the flute whenever he felt weary from cultivation.
He could no longer be bothered to construct a dwelling; once upon the moon, he had yearned for a touch of sentiment and, incidentally, to woo Qing Nu. Now, he found it a waste of time.
Since Qing Nu did not prohibit his cultivation, he would cultivate at his own slow pace, confident that one day he would advance his cultivation level and break free from the moon.
At present, Lin Yun was like a hermit living atop a mountain.
He simply dug a hole in the ground to serve as his cultivation site. If he truly couldn't leave the moon, he would consider it his grave, lying flat inside, saving the trouble of burial.
