Spring came and went, and five years passed.
Qingtang Courtyard, Qingtang Pavilion.
Shen Long sat cross-legged on a blue meditation cushion, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands forming a seal, his body enveloped by a halo of rosy light.
After a while, the rosy glow around Shen Long dissipated, and he opened his eyes, exhaling a long breath of stale air.
He could clearly feel his body filled with strength, his Qi and blood were exuberant.
Having consumed a considerable number of Blood Rhinoceros Pills, his Qi Strength had greatly increased.
The golden Spirit Beast Bag at Shen Long's waist shook, and with a slap of the bag, a streak of golden light flew out—it was the Hundred Eyes Cicada.
"Advanced to the second stage! Not bad."
A look of joy appeared on Shen Long's face, and he was not surprised.
