Yao Wan: What Do You Mean?

After this round of successful cultivation, another half a year had passed.

Xiao Yan spent three months merging the Demon Phoenix Wings into his own flesh and blood, transforming his physical body and reaching the Responsive Body Realm.

After taking that drop of Demon Saint Essence Blood, he spent another three months borrowing its power. His cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, breaking through from the initial stage of One Star Dou Sheng to the late stage of One Star Dou Sheng. Xiao Yan also rode the momentum of the essence blood to cultivate once more, finally emerging from seclusion half a year later.

Xiao Yan exhaled a breath of stale air, then could not help looking toward the beauty who had been quietly waiting just a few steps away from beginning to end.

Perhaps because his cultivation had indeed taken a little too long, the woman before him had her beautiful eyes shut tight. Clearly, she had also entered a state of cultivation.

Only, compared with Xiao Yan's earth-shaking momentum, the movements caused by Yao Wan's cultivation were much smaller.

Looking at the woman quietly cultivating before him, a faint softness could not help appearing on Xiao Yan's face. Immediately, he subconsciously raised his hand and gently smoothed that wisp of black hair at her temple.

Under the biting cold wind, although this was where the spiritual peak stood and the earth veins gathered, it was still the Yellow Springs Lakeside. Along with the sharp howl of wind rising from beneath the deep ravine, Xiao Yan's heart stirred of its own accord, and the softness in his eyes deepened even further.

Only, before Xiao Yan could look at her for a little longer like this, the pretty face before him seemed to sense something. Her brows faintly drew together