Zhou Yanjun, who usually doesn't care about anything, had such an expression.
It's clear how much that incident affected him.
Xu Zimei could understand that.
After all, even though his cultivation speed was far ahead of his peers.
How long did it take him to reach this level?
Millions of years, or tens of millions?
From the Yuan Central Continent to now, it's unclear how much time has passed.
Xu Zimei never deliberately counted the time.
Even without considering time, the effort he put in along the way, including the dangers he encountered.
He ventured through life and death countless times.
The difficulties of these experiences can be imagined.
In such a situation, if there were a cultivation technique that could let someone master it in a week.
To cover the path others take a lifetime to walk in one week.
Who wouldn't be tempted?
Probably no one in this world would refuse it.
Looking at Zhou Yanjun, Xu Zimei asked, "What happened next?"
"Later..."
