Bai Xiaofan, who was wholly immersed in comprehending the fruit of reincarnation, had already forgotten about time, forgotten about the eight-winged Dapeng outside, and forgotten about everything, as if there was only himself in the universe.
The eight-winged Dapeng, silently calculating the time, felt an increasingly strong sense of astonishment in its expression.
This was already the fifteenth day. Although it didn't know how much faster the time inside the boundary stone space was compared to the outside world, according to its calculations, Bai Xiaofan should have comprehended the ninth cycle of reincarnation by now.
Yet Bai Xiaofan still had his eyes tightly closed, without any movement from beginning to end.
A strange yet undeniably hopeful expectation arose spontaneously in the heart of the eight-winged Dapeng.
Could it be that Bai Xiaofan's comprehension of reincarnation had already surpassed that of its master, the Liuyun Xian Emperor?
