The next day, Lin Dong quietly sat atop a boulder on the Mysterious Black Yin mountaintop. His eyes were tightly shut while portions of vigorous Yuan Power converged around his body at an astonishing speed. The moment these Yuan Power touched Lin Dong’s body, they would be completely devoured by a strange devouring power, before being transformed into surging Yuan Power and flowing in his body.
This silent cultivation lasted for about two hours before Lin Dong’s tightly shut eyes slowly opened. Without turning his head, he asked in an indifferent tone: “Is everything ready?”
“Could there still be someone in this Great Desolate Province today who dares to not obey young master Lin Dong’s instructions?” A gentle voice replied from behind Lin Dong.
“Hehe, it’s miss Qianqian. For this kind of small matter, any servant can come to deliver it.” Lin Dong could not help but chuckle as he tilted his head and looked at the slender and elegant beauty behind him.
