"I'd still been hesitating over what to do for the next year, but now it was settled. Those filthy bastards from the Soul Hall made the choice for me."
Xiao Lin muttered helplessly.
In truth, Xiao Lin had indeed been somewhat lost about what to do over the coming year.
According to his plans, rebuilding the Myriad Formation Spirit Palace was not something that could be completed immediately.
And if possible, Xiao Lin wanted to grow even stronger and finish forging his weapon before considering the reconstruction of the Myriad Formation Spirit Palace.
Taking things one at a time suited Xiao Lin's personality better.
"Then I'll head home and lie low for a while. I've been away for two or three years, and this is the perfect time to avoid the Soul Hall's search for me."
Having made his decision, Xiao Lin naturally did not hesitate any longer.
Although he still had quite a few matters to deal with in the Central Plains, there was no rush.
Especially now that the Soul Hall had set its sights on him, and there was still a year before the Space Trade Fair began, Xiao Lin felt he could take some time to settle down.
"Central Plains, I'll be back in a year..."
"Buzz~"
After that murmur, Xiao Lin opened another spatial passage.
This time, the spatial passage led back to the Northwest Continent!
With one step, Xiao Lin entered it and vanished from the Central Plains.
Many people in the Central Plains thought that after taking on the Yellow Springs Pavilion, Xiao Lin would become even more high-profile.
Yet unexpectedly, over the following period, Xiao Lin seemed to vanish from the Central Plains. No one could find the slightest trace of him.
Even the Soul Hall lost track of him!
Of course,