Thirty years again, a total of sixty years passed in the blink of an eye. Yusuf Zuck stood like a statue on the mountaintop for a complete cycle, while the Mouse King dared not disturb him, nor let anyone else disturb him.
Although the Thirty-six Demon Races visited a few times, they were all stopped by him.
The little white cat remained the same as sixty years ago, showing no signs of advanced cultivation nor any changes. However, over the years, it occasionally disappeared for a while but always returned on its own, and the Mouse King was too lazy to care about it.
"By my calculations, it seems like less than two years until the Tomb of Gods opens, and factoring in the time on the road, it should be just about right. But the master hasn't awakened yet, what should we do?"
