He Qingge was taken away by the Sect Master's wife to a rather exquisite attic.
The room was filled with all kinds of exotic flowers and herbs, and the entire room was quite elegant.
The various patterns carved on the mahogany attic gave people a pleasing feeling and an antique feeling.
"I think your cultivation should be almost at the middle stage of the foundation establishment realm!"
"That's true, but it might take another year or two."
"It won't be long. If there's anything you need, you can just look for me. Since you're my disciple, you have to increase your strength quickly."
"Time waits for no man. For us cultivators, time is life."
He Qingge nodded.
"Alright, find a room in this attic and make it your residence!"
"Here?" " What?" He Qingge was a little surprised." There's no mountain?" he asked cautiously.