By the time Ye Tianfan removed the mark, night had already fallen.
Ye Tianfan looked at the darkened cave and sighed immediately; today has finally ended. Too many things happened, disrupting my cultivation.
Hopefully, tomorrow won't have as many interruptions, allowing me to cultivate peacefully.
Ye Tianfan held the Xiaoyao Sword in his hand and then lit up the lamps in the cultivation cave.
The soft light instantly illuminated the entire cultivation cave, bringing a sense of warmth to Ye Tianfan.
Seeing this gentle light, Ye Tianfan recalled the previous life, in the new home with Qin Ruomeng, where the light was just as soft.
Thinking of this, Ye Tianfan sat cross-legged on the ground somewhat despondently, staring blankly at the Xiaoyao Sword in his hand.
