He had actually wanted to tell Lin Yuan that his Dao Foundation had long since been reforged.
Not only had it recovered, but his current strength had surpassed what it had once been.
With True Realm Middle-Stage Peak cultivation, he could crush every elite disciple from the various sects on this plaza.
These people did not even qualify to make him take them seriously.
But when the words reached his lips, he forcibly swallowed them back down.
The path leading here had been far too winding and bizarre. In the mere three years since he had descended from Heavenly Divination Palace, he had gone through all manner of life-and-death battles, with one event following another. It was not something he could explain in just a few words.
"Forget it!"
Jiang Fan sighed inwardly.
"There is still plenty of time. There will always be a chance to explain it slowly!"
"What matters most right now is protecting Jiang Ming and Lin Yan, then waiting quietly for the Sect Promotion Grand Competition to end!"
After bidding Lin Yuan farewell, he did not return to the guest residence arranged by Black-and-White Academy with the two girls. Instead, he strolled toward the market outside the academy.
Over the past seven days, he had intermittently watched low-level cultivators fight. He could not say he had gained nothing, but it truly offered little help to his cultivation of the heart.
This rare stretch of leisure, on the other hand, allowed him to relax and savor a moment of ordinary mortal bustle.
Over the past few days, they had already wandered around this place many times.
Yet Jiang Ming was still curious about everything she saw.
She dragged Lin Yan from stall to stall, lingering over exquisite Mortal trinkets, almost unable to move on.
Jiang Fan did