C584 Busy Idling Around

"Phew."

Within the manor, there was a silence room that was specially used for cultivation. On the hassock, Yang Xuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of foul air. A trace of light flashed across his eyes.

"As expected, it still doesn't work?"

Yang Xuan muttered to himself in disappointment