The bamboo forest is dark, but Song Yan walks calmly and naturally. Even if he does not need to see through the magic power, he can see the night as the day when he reaches the realm of Jindan.

Half a while later, Song Yan came to the wooden house again.

"crunch!"

The wooden door opened and the plain skirt of the God of martial arts slowly stepped out, slightly bowing: "I have seen your majesty."

"Teachers need not be polite, please get up."

Song Yan took a step forward and supported the arms of the God of martial arts. Although separated by a layer of clothes, Song Yan still...