Lake Island, Beiluo.
The cloth satchel Ni Yu was carrying at the waist was bulging. Humming in a great mood, she was heating green plum wine for Lu Fan. From time to time, she would take a sugar-coated Gathering Qi Elixir out of the cloth satchel and then happily put it into her mouth.
As long as the satchel was filled to capacity, nothing would disturb her mood.
At that moment, Lu Fan was not looking at the Spirit Pressure Chessboard.
The Dragon Gate in the Secret Realm was open. Compared to the imperfect Secret Realm of the Hidden Dragon Ridge, the new Secret Realm Lu Fan created was more comprehensive.
These cultivators were improving, and so was Lu Fan.
If he was just trying his hand at the Secret Realm of the Hidden Dragon Ridge, then the Dragon Gate was the product of Lu Fan's progress after he made up for the weaknesses in his first piece of work and took its essence.
