Lin Zhen's friends gradually dispersed.
Many of them chose to stay in the Qin Kingdom, where there was also a Hometown Association for people from the New World. Everywhere was a matter of survival, and the prosperity of the Qin Kingdom was indeed very attractive.
Ning Qingxuan chose to stay at the Association of Alchemists in Qin City, cultivating in a suspended villa.
"Husband, don't worry about me. Martial artists don't have a concept of time when cultivating. You'll only be in the Holy Land for a hundred years, and they don't forbid leaving. If you miss me, just come back and see me."
Ning Qingxuan, with her snow-white skin, snuggled in Lin Zhen's arms, her cheeks still slightly flushed.
"Hmm, I'll come back often."
"However, husband, you have to be cautious, there are competitions among Holy Land warriors. The closer you are to the stele, the more you can learn. So internal challenges are important."
"Is it the same for every Holy Land?"
