In any world, nothing ever goes completely smoothly, even if you have talent and backing. So a little over a month later, on this day, Yang Fan walked out of his seclusion chamber with a sigh.
Yang Fan had originally thought that even if he couldn't break through, he would still gain a lot in this month or so, but he never expected that now that the time was up, he hadn't gotten so much as a fart out of it.
It seemed he had fallen into some kind of bottleneck. The more he tried to break through, the less possible it became; the more he tried to find a path, the more directionless he felt.
"Ai, looks like it's time to go out for a walk."
Standing at the entrance of the chamber, Yang Fan let out a sigh.
"Sect Master, what's wrong?" Outside the chamber, Yang Fan didn't know when Nan Surou had come to stand there. When she saw Yang Fan come out, she walked over with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" Yang Fan asked casually.
