A white horse flashed past a tiny gap, like smoke, like a dream. In the blink of an eye, three months had already gone by.
Over these three months, Zhang Ting'er and the other three had been immersed in cultivation the whole time. As early as the second day they stepped onto the path of cultivation, they had already broken through to the Golden Core Realm—yet for some reason, their Golden Core Heavenly Tribulation never descended.
