Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight pierced into the room, and Lin Chen opened his eyes and looked towards the bed.
The lingering scent remained, but the beauty was gone.
Considering even the formidable Bing Ling had been heavily injured, the opponent's strength must be terrifying. Lin Chen had now glimpsed the harshness of the ancient martial world.
Currently, his own strength was too feeble. Were a powerful someone to appear, it would only take minutes to eliminate him. Therefore, Lin Chen dared not delay and entered the Prison of Time to cultivate.
In one month, Lin Chen had devoted almost all his time to cultivation.
Now, Lin Chen could step into the second layer of the Prison of Time to cultivate, accelerating his training even further.
In the morning, he cultivated the fire spell, in the afternoon, the metal spell, and at night he meditated to expand his Qi Sea.
