Han Feng slowly emerged from the entrance to the Void Lightning Pool. Hei Qing, who had been waiting outside, instantly wore a look of reverence across his dark face.
He could sense that although Brother Han's aura remained restrained, the occasional sharp glint flashing through his eyes was countless times more formidable than before.
Like a divine weapon sheathed in its scabbard, tempered by the lightning pool and now beginning to reveal its edge.
"Brother Han, have you... have you finished cultivating?" Hei Qing stepped forward carefully and asked respectfully.
"Yes, I gained something." Han Feng nodded, clearly in a good mood. "Let's go. We're heading back."
When Han Feng and Hei Qing reappeared above East Dragon Island, a petite purple figure rushed into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest, carrying a fragrant breeze with her. Her little hands tightly wrapped around his leg, refusing to let go no matter what.
"Wuwuwu... Han Feng! You're finally back! I don't want to stay here anymore! This place is no fun at all! Let's go back! Back to Sacred City!"
Zi Yan buried her little face in Han Feng's robe, her voice full of grievance.
Looking at the leg accessory clinging to him, Han Feng could not help laughing as he stroked her long purple hair.
"What? There are endless heavenly treasures to eat here, and so many clan members to keep you company. Isn't that fun?"
"Not fun!" Zi Yan shook her head like a rattle drum. "Those old men make me eat this and eat that every day. Once I'm done eating, they make me sleep. It's boring to death! Sacred City is better. Sister Tian Xin is there, Sister Qing Lin is there, and there are stupid magical beasts in the back mountain to bully!"