Nearly half a year had passed, and in a certain secret chamber, Shen Long was cultivating.
His eyes were slightly closed, and his body was enveloped in a red halo.
The white spirit beast pouch at his waist shook, and the red halo around Shen Long's body dispersed as he opened his eyes.
"Finally left the marketplace?"
Shen Long muttered to himself, slapping the white spirit beast pouch at his waist as the Pursuing Spirit Beast flew out, which was currently at the middle stage of the third order.
The Pursuing Spirit Beast let out a deep roar, non-stop.
This indicated that the Profound Yin Hermit was moving away into the distance, quickly escaping its sensing range.
Shen Long put away the Pursuing Spirit Beast and left his dwelling.
Upon exiting the marketplace, Shen Long's Divine Sense fanned out, locking onto a certain breath of air.
