So.
Three consecutive nights.
Yan Chuan's efficiency in learning the Mountain and Sea Realm language from Yan Chen was extremely slow, and he was afraid it would be hard to learn in a short time.
Including "Mutual Teaching and Learning," the progress was also slow.
After all, Yan Chen's strength was too low, his bloodline had not been activated, and his research and observation provided little help for Yan Chuan.
Focusing on Yan Chen would undoubtedly be a waste of time.
Fortunately.
Yan Chuan only taught at night; during the day, he either practiced boxing by himself or went treasure hunting with Cheng Fengxiao.
Just like that.
Three days passed in a flash.
On the fourth night of settling at White Rock Mountain, while Yan Chuan was as usual guiding Yan Chen, he suddenly heard—
"Tap, tap, tap!"
The sound of footsteps approached from all around the mountain's peak, encircling them.
"Huh?"
Yan Chuan gripped the Red Tassel Spear.
Yan Chen glanced around, wide-eyed.
