Three days later, by the sea cliff.
Lu Ran sat cross-legged in deep meditation, focusing intently on his cultivation. Resting across his knees was the Eight Desolates Annihilation Blade, and nestled in his arms was a delicate gourd.
Taking advantage of the Ran Sect's two Guardians advancing their ranks, Lu Ran and his bonded weapons and artifacts were frantically absorbing the dense energies between heaven and earth.
In such a cultivation environment, it would be difficult not to grow rapidly!
Suddenly, Lu Ran felt an indistinct summoning, like someone was calling out to him.
It must be Sister Xian'er.
After all, the Big Nightmare was still ascending, and Lu Ran had a perpetual mental connection with the Evil Dog and Evil Sculpture, always keeping an open line with the Evil Shadow Guardian.
Lu Ran accepted the "voice call" immediately, and a sentence imprinted itself in his mind:
[Young Master~~~]
The deliberately drawn-out tone made Lu Ran grin instinctively.
Well now!
