When the bright morning light shot on the house by the sea, Hao Ren exhaled deeply and stood up slowly.

It was not an easy task to solidify the five newly unlocked openings.

With a total of 50 openings unlocked, Hao Ren felt like he had elevated half a realm. With a casual wave of his hand, sword energies flew between his fingertips.

Each of his fingers emitted one colored light; it was quite a mystic sight.

Each of the sword energies he had contained the strength of Zhen-level, an enormous improvement compared with the state he was in when he began cultivating.

Refreshed, he got dressed and walked downstairs; he felt hungry.

Grandma was back from her morning walk, and now she was listening to Chinese operas from the radio while sitting in the wicker chair on the balcony.

With her hair pulled into a ponytail, Xie Yujia was seated beside her, chatting with her while peeling an apple.

In the morning light, they looked as graceful as a classic painting of a grandma and a granddaug