Others were one thing—Wang Xuan dared to fight back. But if his parents beat him, he could only take it.
"Goddess, you've worked hard!" Wang Xuan said with overflowing enthusiasm.
After all, in order not to alert the monsters of Territory 3, the Woman in the Stone Tablet had spent a year slowly gathering Dao rhythms for him. She had both merit and toil to her name.
Clearly, the Mysterious Woman did not appreciate it at all. Moreover, after hearing him address her that way, goosebumps visibly rose across her snow-white skin.
Wang Xuan was immediately displeased. "Come on, Sister, was that really necessary? Can't people just get along normally and happily?"
The Mysterious Woman was highly individualistic, with a powerful presence. She admired her own solitary bloom and remained icy throughout, ignoring him completely as she went straight into the stone tablet to rest.
Wang Xuan did not blame her entirely either. He reflected on himself: during their early sparring sessions, he had grabbed the back of her snow-white neck and run his hand through her beautiful hair. Back then, he really had not held back.
"Alas, I don't know whether this journey will bring accidents, or how many years I'll be gone." He felt somewhat reluctant, but had no intention of bidding farewell to old friends.
Because over the past year, he had traveled with nearly all his acquaintances, roaming through the magnificent rivers and mountains of the New Mythological Great World.
He showed himself at the dojo and said that he was going to comprehend the Dao, without knowing how many years he would spend in seclusion.
The White Tiger Girl shamelessly came over and asked whether he wanted to hold a grand banquet to send him off into seclusion. Mainly, everyone else was cultivating, and today