The back mountain.
Atop the Stone Sword, a young figure remained seated cross-legged, continuously absorbing the spiritual energy from the surroundings.
Whoosh!
However, his quiet cultivation did not last long before an urgent sound of rushing wind suddenly approached from behind, causing him to frown.
"Second Brother!"
Before he could reprimand, a figure already appeared in front of him, speaking hastily.
"What is it this time?"
Ling Yuxuan glanced at the anxiously arriving Ling Feng from the corner of his eye, yet his tone remained calm without much fluctuation.
Ling Feng caught his breath and said, "The one I mentioned last time, Ling Yu, hasn't he entered the Sword Pool?"
"And then?"
Ling Yuxuan could guess what Ling Feng was about to say next, even he felt a bit curious.
"That guy has been at the bottom of the Sword Pool for seven days now!"
Ling Feng's face was full of jealousy.
"Oh?"
