Zhao Ci: "..."
After a long silence, he let out a soft sigh. There were some things that, in the end, he just couldn't say.
Because.
His first principle was always survival.
He focused his mind and peered inward.
His five Divine Treasures had already expanded to a terrifying degree, fully capable of supporting the Five Main Cultivations.
Next.
He still had to grind like mad for insight points and merit points.
Some things.
They could wait until he had the strength to back them up.
...
「Time flew by.」
From the start of winter to New Year's Eve.
From the Lantern Festival to the start of spring.
In Lingge, red lanterns were hung and then taken down. In the blink of an eye, the grass grew long and warblers took to the air.
During this time.
The holiday spirit was in full swing.
But it was a spirit that those involved in the mansion competition could hardly appreciate.
Especially Yang Mo, far away on Tianmeng Mountain.
