Because only Uncle Tian and Zuo Feng were present, and Zuo Feng's cultivation was a notch higher than last time, their pace of progress was noticeably faster than before.
Nevertheless, after entering the mountain range shrouded in dense fog, they still took a night's rest in a small stone house. Although Zuo Feng's heart was concerned about the people of Yan City, the time for the trial had already been set, and even if he arrived early, the trial would still start at the scheduled time.
When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the sky's mist and fell into the small canyon, Zuo Feng slowly opened his eyes in a flower-scented meadow. He had difficulty sleeping the whole night, so he simply came here to cultivate**. Although for more than the first hour, Zuo Feng couldn't calm his mind, accidentally seeing the simple pendant on his chest, his entire spirit suddenly settled down.
