Soon, an hour passed. Feng Yuxiu was still down below; no one knew whether he had found anything or not. Anyway, he kept coming and going, looking very busy.
Li Jinlian finally didn't intend to keep silent any longer, but she didn't look at Yang Fan. She just said:
"What are you planning to do from now on?"
"Go home. I want to go home." After being silent for a while, Yang Fan seemed to have made a huge decision.
"Go home? Where is your home?"
"My home is just a very ordinary small village. All the people in the village together don't exceed five hundred."
"That really is very small. You don't want to stay in the Holy Temple? If you stay here, at least you can still cultivate, and you'll still have a chance to avenge your master in the future."
