Southern Territory of Xuan Tian Realm.
Outside the Cangli Mountain Range, a small mountain village.
In the little courtyard, Li Fan listened to Nan Feng's music, his lips curling into a smile.
This girl indeed had some talent in music, even better than the last time.
After Nan Feng finished playing the zither, she too revealed a hint of a smile—after this period, she had pushed open that door, and if she wanted, she could become immortal at any moment.
Meanwhile, Zi Ling continued to paint earth chickens' eggs as always.
This was the one thousand nine hundred and seventy-second earth chicken egg she had painted.
This time, however, she hesitated, unable to make a stroke.
Actually, as she kept painting the egg before her, she became increasingly slower. The last few times, it even took several days to complete one egg.
It was unimaginable.
With a brush in hand, she had already spent a whole morning.
Her eyebrows were faintly furrowed, seemingly deep in thought.