Satisfied that he had everything he needed, Yang Qing decided to use the remaining hours before Li Gang's arrival to relax.
"I don't think I've had breakfast... or lunch, for that matter. This isn't good..." Yang Qing muttered worriedly as he examined his wrist, checking its girth and luster to see if skipping meals had taken any visible toll.
There was no real need for that, at least not for someone at the Palace Realm. A cultivator at that stage had long since stopped relying on food for sustenance. Their bodies were as hardy and resilient as any monarch-grade artifact. Even if Yang Qing were to die, his corpse would remain pristine for a thousand years.
But even knowing all that, Yang Qing couldn't help himself. One could never be too careful.
