Cultivators could not be disturbed while cultivating.
But the door of the cultivation room was open, which meant that it would be fine even if she went in now.
Jun Mohuang made a hand seal and appeared in front of him quietly. There was no wind at all.
Di Lingtian sat cross-legged on the mat. The spiritual auras around his body trembled with the rhythm of his breathing. No one knew when he would regain his senses.
Even though he was sitting quietly, his aura and authority were inviolable.
Jun Mohuang wasn't afraid of him. She sat in front of him and observed him carefully with her beautiful eyes.
His facial features were perfect and exquisite like a masterpiece.
The skin on his handsome face was so delicate that not a single pore could be seen.
His eyes were closed and his bloodshot eyes were hidden.
The evil and sharp aura on him disappeared.
The white aura around him made him look like a god.
