Shen Hongmei led the way out of the Imperial Palace, with Chen Yang closely following behind. The young monarch, Song Jian, wisely remained in the hall, not daring to follow.

The two quickly arrived at a secluded square, where a high platform was erected in the center.

Chen Yang gazed at the middle-aged scholar sitting motionlessly on the platform, like a clay statue, feeling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth slowly converging towards the platform. He murmured softly, "A hundred days to establish a foundation... Senior, does it really take a full hundred days to establish a foundation?"

Shen Hongmei shook her head gently and explained in a cool voice, "It's not exactly a hundred days. The term 'hundred days' is more of a general reference, indicating that the process of establishing a foundation is time-consuming, requiring calmness and patience, like water wearing down a stone."