Only a figure could be seen, slowly emerging from the depths of the herb garden, carrying an extraordinary aura.
Upon closer inspection, this person was none other than Fang Lin, who had been in closed-door cultivation for several months.
With less than half a month left before the start of the third stage of the Talent Battle, Fang Lin's appearance at this moment proved that his strength had greatly increased.
"You've finally come out. If you hadn't appeared in another three days, heading to the Qing Nation would have become too late," Ye Mengxian said, her eyes carefully sizing up Fang Lin.
Fang Lin spoke with a smile on his face, "There's been a slight deviation from the expected time, but it should be just in time."
"Hmm, why not spar with me and see how much your strength has increased?" Ye Mengxian, unable to see through Fang Lin, suggested a sparring match.
