Initially, the speed of Han Xuhan's escape was quite fast. But as he realized that the woman in that mysterious hut didn't seem keen on pulling any sudden and unexpected moves, his heart gradually settled, and his speed slowed down.
By the time he returned to his hut, the sky had become bright again and the air had regained its unpolluted fresh state. A swathe of darkness was visibly clouding a nearby mountain peak. Within a couple of hours, that entire mass of fog would be sucked into a corner of the Frost Pill Mountain peak.
The refreshing atmosphere brought Han Xuhan's mood back to normal. In fact, he even started to feel a little optimistic.
Any mysterious senior cultivator in this world, so long as they weren't intent on killing or refining inexperienced juniors, could be considered a potential golden thigh to hug tightly.
