However, in Lin Fan's eyes, it's simply fragile, really weak.
How powerful can the Nascent Soul above Core Formation be?
I fear it might not even compare to his punch.
He took out a photo from his pocket and stared at it deeply. He truly missed everyone. In this unfamiliar environment, his loneliness had no one to confide in, and his melancholy was beyond understanding. He wished it were all a dream, preferring not to wake from this dream.
Time flew by, yet another year has passed.
Lin Fan had been in the library for three years. Flame Sun Sect disciples hadn't come here to select cultivation techniques for three years either, and Elder Feng had moved to another place in the sect, sitting daily before the door gazing towards the library, a gaze lasting three years.
Flame Sun Sect, within the secret chamber.
"Hahaha, it's done, it's really done. Never thought, in this life of mine, I'd be able to refine the 'Nascent Soul Pill', satisfied truly, satisfied."
