C1222 Rank-8 Martial Spirit
The next morning.
Lin Feng got out of bed and leaned on the window to smoke.
The air in Qianyang Pass was very fresh, especially in the early morning. The surroundings were filled with white fog, and the mountains in the distance seemed very ethereal amidst the clouds.
Lin Feng turned around and looked at Lee Xiulan, who was still sitting cross-legged on the bed and cultivating