The Joy of Little Roar

White Cloud Mountain Range.

A streak of pale purple light darted through the clouds.

Before long.

The pale purple light shot straight into White Cloud Sect through a gap that had suddenly appeared.

Back in the canyon, after giving Little Roar some instructions, Cheng Buzheng went straight into his Cave Mansion.

In the days that followed, Cheng Buzheng focused on consolidating the cultivation he had suddenly gained.

Nearly a hundred and fifty years' worth of cultivation did not simply merge completely into his own. He would need to cultivate painstakingly for a while before he could command it as easily as his own limbs and wield it with ease.

Cheng Buzheng cultivated painstakingly while waiting for the Heaven Escaping Boat to set off again.

By his calculations, there were only a few months left before it departed.

Meanwhile, Little Roar, in the canyon, had completely let loose.

Night fell!

In a Small Grove outside the canyon.

Misty moonlight spilled between the trees.

Two figures could just barely be made out. One was a graceful woman whose lovely face was faintly visible in the moonlight. She whispered:

"Martial Brother, how about we go to White Cloud City?"

"What if one of our fellow disciples sees us? How will we face them afterward?"

Clearly, they were about to do something unspeakable.

She looked nervously from side to side, as if afraid of being caught!

"Junior Sister!" The figure beside her grabbed her slender hand and hurriedly said:

"How expensive are the inns in White Cloud City?"

"We'd be better off using those Spirit Stones to buy you Spirit Pills to improve your cultivation. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Besides, the spiritual energy outside is weaker, which would delay our cultivation. We'd have to travel back and forth, and we could easily run into