Luo Qingfeng sat on the edge of the cliff, the spiritual energy around her body turning, and the flowing spiritual energy going into the sea of clouds.
Jiuxie was still lying there, calm and unchanged at all.
Xiaolong lay aside, glanced at Luo Qingfeng who had closed his five senses, finally sighed, turned and left.
How many years have passed and it's still not getting better?
Main soul damage, so serious?
It all wants to take a nap and compete with the Evil Emperor to see who wakes up first.
However, it is worried about small fires.
From time to time, he would also go to the space to take a look and see when Xiaohuo would wake up.
Qiuwan stood in the mountain pavilion, looking up at the mountain peaks here, and then raised his hand to touch his white hair.
"Master."
A steady voice sounded, and Qiu Wan turned to look.
Lan Ke stood there with a smile on his face. The innocence and youthfulness in his brows had long since faded away, and he had become steady and composed, capable of taking on big responsibilities.
When Qiu Wan saw him running over, a smile appeared in her eyes.
"Have you figured it out?" Qiu Wan asked.
Lan Ke was silent for a while and said with a smile: "Nothing is clear. In fact, I know what I want to do, but I haven't thought about it recently. I want to go there in a few years."
In a few years, a few years later he will go by himself.
"Senior has been in Mufeng Pavilion for almost twenty years." Qiu Wan sighed.
What else would he think?
"Master, I heard Xiaolong say something about the nearest spiritual realm. Even if I go out now, I can't find anything."
If it is true what Xiaolong said, it would not be so easy to recruit disciples in the current spiritual realm.
Qiu Wan frowned slightly, then nodded, "That's fine."
That ferocious beast... no, Xiaolong did tell them a few words about the current situation in the spiritual realm.
"More than twenty years later, we still can't get to the top of the mountain, and our seniors haven't come down either. We don't know what's going on."
For such a long time, I don’t know what my seniors have been up there, let alone how they are doing now.
The little dragon has not changed at all, and it has not grown up. It has always been the same.
He always laughs at the little dragon because it won't grow up.
Xiaolong is always inscrutable and says he doesn't understand.
"Yeah, it's been more than twenty years, and I don't know what's going on." Qiu Wan said, sighing.
He feels like he is much older.
"Master, why don't you practice in seclusion? I heard Xiaolong say that there are two seniors in the spiritual realm who have become younger after breaking through."
The master is not very old, but his cultivation level cannot be improved.
If he improves his cultivation, he believes that his master will be the same as those two seniors.
Qiu Wan twitched the corners of her mouth and thought for a moment before saying, "I'll give it a try."
In seclusion, he didn't know if he could improve.
I have been stuck at this level for a long time and have never been able to improve.
He doesn't know when he will be promoted, but he hopes that he can be promoted.
Improvement is good after all.
"Then the apprentice will wait for the master to come out of seclusion smoothly." Lan Ke cupped his fists and bent over.
Qiu Wan waved her hand and glanced at the clouds in the sky, "Let's go."
"Yes." Lan Ke responded.
He took two steps back before turning around and leaving.
After walking far away, Xiaolong walked out from the side and looked at Qiu Wan thoughtfully.
"Have you decided to retreat?"
It’s been decided, right?
Qiu Wan looked over and nodded slightly, "Yes."
"That's just right. This is what my mother asked me to give you." With that said, Xiaolong threw out a porcelain bottle.
Qiu Wan saw the thing thrown over and immediately reached out to take it.
An exquisite porcelain vase comes into view, with lifelike manzhu and sandhua sketches on it!