After finishing the first qualifying match, there were a few days to rest.
With no matches to play, Jiang Siming decided to return to the dungeon.
He had not returned to the Xian Zong World for nearly half a month. Considering the time ratio between the dungeon and reality, almost three years had passed inside.
Thinking of the gentle haven at Little Bamboo Peak, Jiang Siming found himself missing it terribly.
Just half a month away had already left him unable to suppress the Primordial Power within him.
This time, however, Jiang Siming had asked Xiao Xian to set an alarm for him. He could stay at most two days—in other words, four months.
He absolutely had to set an alarm. Otherwise, if he became immersed in the beauty of the women at Little Bamboo Peak and forgot about his match schedule, he would suffer a huge loss.
Besides, staying too long would make it easy for his wives to grow suspicious.
He entered the Xian Zong World once more.
When Jiang Siming opened his eyes, he was still inside the secluded cultivation cave at Little Bamboo Peak.
This had originally been Shuiyue's cultivation cave, but she had given it to him.
He opened the stone door and walked out of the cave.
A thick layer of snow covered the ground outside. It seemed winter had arrived here as well.
Sigh, Jiang Siming had thought he would get to experience the joys of summer here.
He had not expected it to be far colder than Shanghai, although he was completely unaffected by the cold.
The moment he stepped out, the sound of the stone door attracted several graceful figures, who flew over.
Shuiyue, Tian Ling'er, Lu Xueqi, and Zhao Ling'er—the four most beautiful flowers of the Qingyun Sect—arrived at the