Time flowed slowly.
Yu Lie had assigned the task of capturing Jiao Mu Jiao to Kui Mu Lang.
That fellow was quick and efficient; without even a full day passing, he had easily lured Jiao Mu Jiao out of his room and bound him with shackles.
But interrogating a daoist on the verge of pill formation, who was also a powerful figure holding a Purple Mansion, was no simple matter.
Moreover, Kui Mu Lang wanted to not only complete the mission smoothly but also hoped to turn Jiao Mu Jiao into a pawn—to defect him and use him to probe the Dao Court's side.
This required quite some time and effort.
Fortunately, Yu Lie was not in a hurry about such matters.
He was very clear that although ancient cultivation was important, it was far less critical than adjusting the formations within his own Purple Mansion.
Or to put it another way, the more urgent the ancient cultivation in Tao Prefecture became, the more he needed to quickly arrange the Purple Mansion’s formations, so that his pill qi would not be drained by consumption.
After all, no matter how many external affairs there were, none could compare to the importance of one’s own spiritual power.
Everything ultimately must be resolved through spiritual power.