After all, this book had a great background. It was written by the abbot of the Titanium Temple when he was young. Although the abbot was only an unknown young monk at that time, it was definitely not an ordinary thing to be able to activate the progress bar.
It was already late at night, and there was still no flower knocking on the wooden fish. However, the frequency and sound of the knocking became smaller and smaller. After about two hours, the sound of the wooden fish finally stopped.
When he looked again, the dejection on No Flower's body had already disappeared. In its place, the indifference returned to him.
Temporarily suppressing the thoughts in his heart didn't mean that he would suppress them forever. It was just that there were important things to do now, so No Flower had no choice but to temporarily give up some thoughts.
The weather in this year was very strange. It was still stuffy in the morning, but it was already slightly cold at night.
