Heavenly Mist Dream Formation

"Master... The owner was…Is that so?"

"Yes, keep it like this. Don't move."

"Yes... Ha... Ha..."

In the small house, Xia Lingdang was sitting cross-legged on the ground, practicing her mental cultivation method. However, the spiritual energy of Zeng Country seemed to be too pure for her, making it difficult for her to absorb it. Fortunately, Jiang Beiran was guiding her by the side, so she could slowly absorb a little.

However, after just one cycle, she was already panting.

Thinking of his disciples who would always complain that the spiritual energy was not dense enough, Jiang Beiran no longer had any expectations for Xia Lingdang's talent in cultivation. He was only thinking about some fortuitous encounter that would allow Xia Lingdang to take a different path like Qu Yangze or Mo Xia and embark on a completely different path of becoming stronger.