A month had passed, and Han Yu had been traversing the Central Continent.
Either robbing on his own or going to assist the cultivators of the Central Continent.
Truly a busy life.
During this time, the Artifact Spirit was equally busy, as there were the pills to deliver every three days, and even if it slacked off, it had to make a round trip to the Endless Sea Domain every six days.
This was, of course, not something Han Yu could do by himself. The Artifact Spirit was quite self-aware, and the tacit understanding between the human and spirit was already perfect.
In fact, these tasks didn't even require Han Yu to speak; the Artifact Spirit would take care of them on its own.
The Artifact Spirit always said Han Yu had changed, but hadn't it changed as well?
At first, the Artifact Spirit was quite wicked, wholly focused on plundering, not caring much for human kindness.
But as they walked this journey, its transformation was the greatest.
