Night rain drenched Lone Pine, and green light spilled over the sea of clouds.
Xiao Ran did not need to practice the sword, either. He merely sat beneath Lone Pine, rarely letting his mind go blank, his melancholy stirred up by the fine rain.
His identity as a transmigrator, three years of drifting from place to place as a mortal, the Art of Resonance that listened to the resonance of all things, the Black Salvation Ring group hanging over his heart...
These unique experiences meant that the moment he quieted down, he would think of this world riddled with a thousand sores and a hundred holes, giving him a few more measures of vigilance in times of peace than others his age.
Master was not invincible.
It was not only the Nine Radiances. Even Mad Hunt, who had declared he would come to Zongzhi Mountain, or that Stated Dao who had hit the nail on the head with a single needle prick, were no ordinary people.
And there were the immortals. Had they truly vanished? What was the cause of the Dharma Ending Era? Just as Master said, the world was truly vast! Burying himself in Master's arms and living off her for a lifetime was impossible now...
He had to fleece the wool hard and speed up the rate at which he grew stronger.
He glanced at the System Panel—
Filial Piety Points: 108!
Xiao Ran had not expected his Filial Piety Points to break a hundred so quickly.
Sure enough, wool came from the sheep... and mutton was a great tonic! With Filial Piety Points breaking a hundred, two choices lay before him.
First, upgrade second-stage resonance.
Second, bind the Black Ring and enter the group.
Growing stronger came first. Without another word, Xiao Ran took the Fragment