Seeing the teacher entering meditation, although Yu Hong had countless doubts in his heart, he also knew that continuing to ask at this moment would yield no results.
After a moment of silence, Yu Hong put on the hand ring, bowed, and then turned to leave.
On the way back to Black Black Spirit, he didn't see that peculiar broken hole again, nor did he encounter that mysterious trader.
Not only that, but for the next ten days or so, everything seemed to return to a safe and normal daily routine.
Perhaps it was the hand ring taking effect, or perhaps it was just a period of stability.
The kind of sword cultivator monster from before certainly hadn't appeared again since Yu Hong wore the hand ring.
Woosh!
Inside Black Black Spirit.
In the spacious bathroom on the second floor.
Yu Hong immersed his entire head in the warm water of the bathtub, relaxing his body as much as possible.
