"I have a certain degree of certainty."
"If we can't find it within five days, we'll set off immediately," Tu Xihao said confidently.
"Then I await Mr. Tu's good news," Hu Manqiong said with a charming smile.
...
Lin Zheyu was unaware of the thoughts of those people.
At this moment, he had already returned from Jingshui Tower, continuing to read the cultivation manuals he had borrowed from the sect.
The creation of a martial arts skill requires not only a profound martial arts realm.
But also a rich knowledge of martial arts.
Since that day, Lin Zheyu hadn't been to Jingshui Tower, and when going out, he rarely unleashed his sensory domain recklessly.
If there was nothing else to do, Lin Zheyu usually kept his sensory domain to a range of around two hundred meters.
A few days later.
In Bitao Pavilion.
"Mr. Yang, this disciple wishes to leave for a few days," Lin Zheyu said.
"How long?"
Mr. Yang turned his head to look at him.
