The nest was swallowed by silent tranquility as both Yang Qing and the celestial nesting weaver immersed themselves in their respective cultivation, granting the space a rare moment of peace between the two. There was no bickering, no fighting, no one trying to rile the other up and the other reacting; just perfect silence.
After about an hour of meditation, Yang Qing finally stirred, feeling refreshed and renewed by the results. His eyes immediately drifted toward the violet mist surrounding the fig tree that housed the celestial nesting weaver.
"I wonder if it's preparing for a breakthrough," Yang Qing mused, casting a pensive look at the mist.
He hadn't been around much in his abode lately, given how out and about he had been as a result of Bai Chen's case. But still, during the few times he had been home, he always found the celestial nesting weaver in seclusion.
