Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm.
Inside a cave dwelling in the valley, Lin Tianming sat cross-legged on the ground, his even breathing indicating he was deep in cultivation.
Ever since his arrival, he had been cultivating inside the cave dwelling for two months, never taking a single step outside.
The place was very secluded, with Hu Yuan's Spirit Beast, the Purple Gold Eagle, on watch; these past months had been relatively peaceful.
Now, after two months of cultivation, his aura was incredibly dense, and his physical state had reached its peak.
Outside the valley at this moment, Yang Chen and his fleeing group appeared here.
Looking around, there were only sixteen people left in their two parties, nine from Myriad Medicine Valley and seven from Zhenyang Sect.
By this time, the cultivators were panting heavily, nearly all of them pale-faced, with many carrying injuries, their auras extremely weak.
