The next day.
As day broke gently.
Shen Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly exhaled a long breath from his mouth.
After creating ten special stones yesterday, Shen Feng had entered into a cultivation state.
Stretching his arms, he stood up and walked outside the residence.
When he reached the main entrance of the residence, he saw the old man Sun Dong Quan, who had been kneeling for so long that his complexion had turned somewhat pale, and his whole body seemed on the verge of collapse.
Zhao Yi was in much better shape than Sun Dong Quan. After all, he was younger and had far more physical strength than his master.
"You've been kneeling since yesterday?" Shen Feng asked with a frown.
Sun Dong Quan's lips trembled slightly as he said, "Mr. Shen, this is my apology. I cannot be a man who breaks his word."
