Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several months had passed.
Tang Hao stayed in the valley, cultivating and farming.
Another batch of herbs in the cave abode had ripened. Tang Hao was not in a hurry to harvest them. He planned to plant them for a while longer so that the herbs could grow a little older.
At that time, he could refine a pill and break through in one go.
On the other hand, the outside world was quite calm. There were no waves, and no one had heard of anyone searching for him. Now that he had established his strength, those ancient clans and celestial sects would not dare to do so.
The days were boring, but Tang Hao was already used to it.
A month later, Tang Hao saw that the herbs in the herb garden were about the same age. He collected them and refined them into pills. He consumed them and broke through to the late-stage in one go.
