Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm.
Within a temporary cave abode hidden on a mountainside, Lin Tianming sat on the ground with his hands together as if in prayer, obviously deep in meditation.
Who knew how long had passed when he opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance swept across them.
"Huff huff..."
Lin Tianming exhaled a breath of stale air, a joyous smile flashing across his face.
Since entering the Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm, three months had passed in the blink of an eye, and more than a month had gone by since he killed Zhou Jin.
During that period, he took Zhou Jin's storage bag and the Greenstone Wood scavenged from the Silver-Eyed Spirit Fox's lair before finally leaving that canyon.
He intended to find a safe place to recuperate for a while, bringing his condition to a peak and incidentally taking inventory of Zhou Jin's storage bag.
