Ning Zhuo’s bedroom.
The cultivation chamber was finally complete.
Though compact, the space within was sufficient for Ning Zhuo's use.
The Floating Cloud Cloak was infused with spiritual power, releasing a continuous flow of floating clouds.
The dense cloud filled the entire small cultivation chamber to the brim, leaving Ning Zhuo in a mist so thick that he couldn’t see his own hand in front of him.
This dual-layered protection left the four Ning family guards feeling helpless, leading them to report the situation.
Young clan leader Ning Xiaoren dismissed their concerns, saying, "What secrets could young Ning Zhuo possibly have? Previous intelligence already turned everything about him upside down."
"These youngsters, ha, still thinking they’ve got a few hidden tricks."
"Let him indulge in that illusion of secrecy; it's rather amusing."
Ning Xiaoren thought this way and refrained from giving orders to probe deeper.
Should Ning Zhuo find out, it would certainly impact the good relationship he had painstakingly fostered.
Ning Xiaoren wasn’t willing to take such a risk.
This response was exactly within Ning Zhuo's calculations.
Vital energy surged like small crimson rivers flowing and weaving through Ning Zhuo's lower dantian, converging at the center.