A week later.
Roar!
Accompanied by a low roar from Zhang Xiaohao, the fierce battle finally came to a complete stop.
"You rest first, I'll go practice," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.
"Yes, Young Master," Hongyi replied gently.
Since Zhang Xiaohao said so, she naturally had no objections. Following Zhang Xiaohao's instructions, she lay down to rest.
He jumped down from the bed.
Zhang Xiaohao stood by the window, looking at the view below.
In the sky, white clouds drifted, each resembling a ball of cotton candy, pure and natural, untouched by a speck of filth.
Occasionally, a gust of wind would swirl through the sky, carrying with it a powerful howling sound.
With a flip of his right hand, Zhang Xiaohao took out a panda from the Shennong Ring, pinched it between two fingers, and a golden flame appeared at his fingertips, the World-purifying Heavenly Fire, lighting the panda in his hand. He quietly smoked as he looked outside, clouds of smoke streaming continuously from his mouth.
