Yao Wan: What Do You Mean?

This successful round of cultivation had taken another half year.

Xiao Yan spent three months fusing the Demon Phoenix Wings into his flesh and blood, transforming his body and reaching the Incarnation Realm.

After taking that drop of Demonic Sage's Essence Blood, another three months passed. With the essence blood's power, Xiao Yan's cultivation soared from the initial stage of One-star Dou Sheng to the late stage of One-star Dou Sheng. Riding that momentum, he cultivated further, finally emerging from seclusion after half a year.

Xiao Yan let out a breath of stale air, then could not help looking at the beauty who had waited quietly just a few steps away from beginning to end.

Perhaps because he had cultivated for far too long, the woman before him had her beautiful eyes closed, clearly having entered a meditative state herself.

Yet unlike Xiao Yan's grand spectacle, Yao Wan's cultivation caused far less of a stir.

Looking at the woman cultivating quietly before him, a faint gentleness appeared on Xiao Yan's face. He instinctively raised a hand and lightly smoothed the stray lock of dark hair by her temple.

Though Spirit Peak sat atop converging earth veins, the biting cold winds still swept in from the lakeside of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs. Hearing the fierce winds howling up from the deep ravine below, Xiao Yan's heart stirred, and the tenderness in his eyes deepened.

But before Xiao Yan could gaze at her any longer, the lovely face before him seemed to sense it. Her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly as she slowly opened her slightly cool eyes, still hazy with the return of awareness from cultivation.

"Wan'er, you're awake?"

A gentle smile lingered on Xiao Yan's face as he asked.

"I vaguely sensed something strange about the flow of Dou Qi