"Master Pang, you go back to the sect and find that stinky kid first." Xu Fan said, looking at the escaping light in the distance.
"Alright." Pang Fu said, and then flew to the sect. He was never interested in fighting and killing.
At this moment, a green-robed swordsman appeared in mid-air, just as he was ten years ago, with an elegant green robe, scholarly aura, and the same charm.
Shi Zhan looked at Xu Fan, who was sitting on the giant tortoise fishing, and slowly said, "Fellow Daoist is still as leisurely and content as ten years ago."
"No choice, I am dull-witted by nature, and there has been no progress in cultivation, so I can only spend the rest of my life by these mountains and rivers."
It had to be said that Xu Fan's retired life in these years has been quite good. He deduced cultivation techniques in his spare time, went fishing, and studied the Dao of Runes, making great progress in his state of mind.
As for cultivation, two hours a day was enough.
