Song Youdao

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and go home!" Ling Han said with a smile.

Song Lan rolled her eyes at him. Why was this guy so unromantic? However, she was easily embarrassed, so she was too embarrassed to say anything. Immediately, she gave an "en", and began packing her belongings, to return to the ancestral grounds.

Ling Han didn't think much of it. He had only fulfilled a promise, which allowed him to keep his word, so as to avoid leaving an internal demon in his heart in the future. It was completely not because he had any ideas about Song Lan.

What depressed him was the fact that Prosperous Heaven would still come to "expiate" him every day, which made him extremely annoyed.

He simply began to cultivate in seclusion, concentrating on cultivating.

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

Ling Han had made great progress in the cultivation of Body Art and mystical power, advancing both of their raw power to 38 Heavens.