Yuantong Island, Qingming Main Hall.
Su Yuan sat in the center of the hall, the Demon Saber with a flowing red light lying horizontally between his hands, while the space around him was constantly being cut, merged, separated, and reorganized... with myriad transformations, it was deeply mystical.
After a long while, Su Yuan opened his eyes, and the space that was transforming in all directions reverted to normal.
"You're awake?" Su Yuan turned his head to look at Yang Aoshan, who was waiting nearby.
The other party had already changed into an Array Path robe, with her black hair tied up, revealing her snow-white neck.
Yang Aoshan's face was slightly flushed: "Sorry, I overslept..."
Their exchange went late yesterday, resulting in the current late morning, when Yang Aoshan finally dragged her tired body awake.
Su Yuan shook his head with a smile, then asked, "Are you clear about the array path problems we discussed yesterday?"
