Strictly speaking, it was already the fifth year since Li Fan had transmigrated to another world.
The startled Li Fan hurriedly flew to the Louguan Tower to confirm the situation. And the old Taoist priests of Louguan Dao gave him quite a shock as well.
One year to form a Golden Core, one year to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, and three years to stabilize the realm, huh! How terrifying!
To the natives, Li Qingyue was advancing at an inhuman pace.
But having slept away three years, Li Fan still felt he had suffered a bit of a loss, most noticeably in his monthly stipend. He had almost missed out on four years' worth of Golden Core salary, which came to a total of four hundred and eighty strings of cash in one go.
