Ling'er took this perfunctory remark as a compliment, and smiled with joy.

"Of course, don't you see whose sister she is?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Ling'er's face gradually disappeared, replaced by an extremely serious expression.

She swayed her body slightly and came directly in front of Chen Yang.

"So, I'm asking you to save such a good sister like me."

The seriousness in Ling'er's eyes made Chen Yang's heart skip a beat. This little girl changes her expression faster than turning the pages of a book.

Before he could think about it, Ling'er had already stepped forward and pressed her little hand on his chest without any hesitation.

A strange force came, and Chen Yang felt dizzy, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Everything around was distorted and stretched, and finally turned into a blur of light and shadow.

Ling'er's voice was still coming intermittently, but it seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Big Brother...Sumeru Mustard Seed...the flow of time...has returned to normal..."

Chen Yang wanted to open his mouth to ask for clarification, but found that he could not make any sound.

He could only watch as the scene around him became increasingly blurred, and finally fell into darkness.

"Sister...Xian Yuan...slept...for half a month..."

Ling'er's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

Chen Yang felt as if he was thrown out by an invisible big hand and floated in the endless void.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The familiar silver moonlight shone through the window, and it took him a moment or two to react.

Chen Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and silver moonlight poured in like flowing water, illuminating the room he was in.

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and touched his chest. There was still a trace of warmth there, as if Ling'er's little hand had just left.

"You're back...already?"

He muttered to himself, feeling as if he had had a bizarre dream.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something poking at the palm of his right hand.

When he opened his palm, the seemingly ordinary jade disappeared.

Instead, an ancient ring lay there quietly, emitting a faint halo.

The ring is pitch black and made of unknown material. It is engraved with some strange patterns, like some ancient writing, and is full of mystery.

Chen Yang recognized it at a glance. This was the ring Ling'er had worn on her hand before.

He tried to probe into it with his spiritual sense, but it was like hitting an invisible wall and was bounced back.

"It seems that what Ling'er said is right. Only she can open this Sumeru mustard seed space." Chen Yang said in his heart.

He recalled what Ling'er had said before, and he seemed to hear the word "time" vaguely.

Ling'er's voice was intermittent at the time and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Now that I think about it, it should be said that the speed of time flow in the Sumeru mustard seed is different from that in the outside world.

He had heard this from his master at the very beginning, but he didn't expect it to be so exaggerated!

Apart from anything else, he spent more than three months just learning sword skills.

Including miscellaneous time, it has been at least a year.

The outside world is just a moment of a year!

"If I can do all of this, then wouldn't practicing in it be..."

Chen Yang took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and began to look at the ring carefully.

Chen Yang played with the ring in his hand. The dark material felt warm and smooth, without any of the cold feeling of metal.

The strange patterns carved on it seemed to be flowing with a faint silver glow under the moonlight, adding a bit of mystery.

He carefully recalled his previous training in the Sumeru mustard seed space and thought to himself.

“If you hadn’t experienced it yourself, who would believe that there are such magical things in this world?”

"One year is enough time for me to integrate what I have learned so far and even take it to the next level."

Chen Yang took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, strung the ring with a black spiritual rope, and wore it around his neck.

He still understands the principle of not showing off one's wealth.

Today's Fuguang Holy Land has long lost its former glory. Amidst internal and external troubles, who knows how many eyes are watching it in secret.

If people found out that he was carrying a treasure like the Sumeru mustard seed, he would probably be killed.

"The man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure..." Chen Yang sighed in his heart and hid the ring in his lapel.

He stood up and stretched his muscles. He felt full of strength, as if he had endless energy.

"After a year of practice, the results are indeed remarkable."

Chen Yang clenched his fists, feeling the power surging in his body, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

No words were spoken that night.

The morning light was like a golden sword, tearing open the curtain of night, and the Holy Land of Floating Light was bathed in a soft glow.

Chen Yang pushed open the door and took a deep breath of the slightly cool morning air. He felt refreshed and indescribably comfortable all over.

"Brother Chen Yang!"

A crisp voice sounded behind him.

Chen Yang turned around and saw Xue Qing in white, standing there as graceful as a snow lotus, with a hint of surprise on her delicate face.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yang touched his face.

"Is there something on my face?"

Xue Qing shook her head, her beautiful eyes looking him up and down, as if she wanted to see through him.

"You... seem a little different." Xue Qing frowned slightly, as if organizing her words.

"What's the difference?" Chen Yang said with a smile.

"I can't say..." Xue Qing pondered for a moment and said slowly.

"You gave me the impression before, that you were like a sharp sword."

"Even though I've been in seclusion for twenty years, that sharp aura still makes people afraid to get close."

"And now..."

Xue Qing paused, and a strange look flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"You give people the feeling of a warm jade, not at all aggressive. Instead, you make people feel... more comfortable."

Chen Yang's heart moved. He knew that this should be the change brought about by a year of cultivation in the Sumeru mustard seed space.

In that space where the flow of time was completely different from that of the outside world, he not only integrated the skills he had learned before, but more importantly, his state of mind also underwent a drastic change.

If he was a sharp sword before, then he is now an invisible blade that has returned to its original simplicity, more restrained and more unfathomable.

"Yeah?"

Chen Yang smiled and said nothing.

"Yes, but it's of no use to me."

"After all, no matter what you become, I will always be by your side."

Xue Qing's words were like a breeze blowing across the lake of his heart, causing ripples in Chen Yang's originally calm state of mind.

He felt a little uncomfortable, but it was only for a moment. With a big hand, he scooped Xue Qing into his arms and looked up at the sky together.

"Qing'er, look, how beautiful the sunrise is."