'Jin Ling'Er is in seclusion, cultivating her mind and body. Don't tell me she's still traumatized from that last Magical Combat!?'
'No way. Is this girl's mental fortitude really that weak?'
'It's been so long, and she still hasn't gotten over it!?'
'So, right now...'
'...did I just screw myself over!?'
Xu Chang'an felt rather strange about this.
He also felt helpless.
But helpless or not, there was nothing he could do.
After a couple of days, he put it out of his mind.
There were far too many misfortunes on the Demon Path.
'If I let every little thing weigh on my mind, I'd die from exhaustion.'
For the next month, he quietly studied his Alchemy Skill and practiced Magic.
Come to think of it, a full nine years had passed since he began cultivating again!
The bright moon hung in the sky, and a gentle breeze drifted by.
Xu Chang'an stood before his cave, gazing at the myriad night views of Langlang Mountain, filled with emotion.
