On this day, Duan Rong was cultivating in the chamber.
Six months had passed, and the Original Primordial Qi within his Dantian seemed solidified, powerfully entrenched.
At this time, he was focused on refining the Primordial Qi, his expression calm as water, and his mind free from joy or sorrow.
Just then, a faint voice called from the Stone Gate.
"Little Junior Brother!"
Duan Rong's body trembled slightly. Although faint, the voice was unmistakably Fan Hongjiao's.
This senior sister was bold and generous, with a free-spirited temperament that could be quite vexing.
Upon hearing her voice, Duan Rong felt a bit apprehensive. If he opened the door, this Cultivation Chamber was so well-sealed, alone with a woman...
Truth be told, Xiao Yu had been confined in the Tower Forest for half a year, and in that regard, Duan Rong also felt somewhat stifled.
"Open up quickly! I've asked the attendants. You're inside!"
