Ye Fan and Lan Jing came to the deep mountain forest. As for where exactly this place was, he himself hadn't really studied it.
His understanding of the Pan Gu secret realm was not even as good as that of a random traveling cultivator from any of the Seven Great Sects. All he knew was that this was an old forest in the deep mountains where no one could possibly enter for hundreds of years. As for what he himself could do here, it was nothing more than cultivation; you couldn't find any magic treasures for training here anyway.
He himself didn't want to play at some kind of wilderness survival here—after all, this wasn't like when he was in the army.
Lan Jing, carrying the two small crystals, walked to a tiny clearing between two trees. This was a rare little open space. She said, "Ye Fan, do you think this place is good? If we cultivate here, there shouldn't be anyone coming to disturb us, right?"
"Mm." Ye Fan nodded. "But the environment here seems a bit harsh for you!"
