"Son, what are your plans now?"
The father and son walked toward Shenchu City.
The cultivation mission was over, and Su Qingfeng hadn't expected it to conclude so quickly. He looked at Su Yue; his son seemed a bit depressed.
"Dad, I want to take a break for a while. I want to completely forget about cultivation and the martial arts. I just want to rest for a few days and take a vacation like a normal liberal arts student," Su Yue said.
For some unknown reason, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion. He was very tired. His body was tired, but his mind was even more so.
