C677 Peak of the earth's divine wind

Time flowed like water. In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

In the flower room, Lu Fan was quietly cultivating while Ling Yao sat beside him and played the flute lightly.

The melodious melody drifted away with the wind, bringing along with it a faint golden light.

The Astral Energy around Lu Fan's body slowly moved in accordance to the sound of the flute