A flicker, and seven days had passed.
Ling Feng went up the mountain to practice swordsmanship every day, leaving early and returning late.
To concentrate on his cultivation, Ling Feng had Su Hongxiu leave temporarily to care for Lo Jianying and to prepare the Eight Treasures Jade Treasure Ointment.
On this day, Ling Feng did not go up the mountain to practice his sword, but instead came to the stone chamber where Duanmu Qingshan was in secluded cultivation, quietly waiting.
He had already sensed a powerful aura, slowly emanating from deep within Little Bamboo Peak.
Old Bastard Duanmu, who had been in secluded cultivation for a long time, had finally made a breakthrough!
"Buzz buzz!"
The earth emitted a muffled rumbling, startling birds from their nests, clouds surged, and the mountain streams even stopped flowing momentarily.
Zi Feng clung tightly to Ling Feng's clothes, exclaiming, "Wow, is that an earthquake, Master?"