Long-life cultivation, mortal cultivation, low-profile cultivation.
Having transmigrated to another world for decades, Ye Han was still an obscure rogue cultivator.
He diligently worked...
Even though this was not the first time Ye Han had seen it.
But it still feels tempting.
Yao Xin didn't expect Ye Han to come back at this time, and her face turned red for a moment.
"Well, I, I don't know..."
"fine."
Yao Xin shook her head and then asked, "What happened?"
"It's okay, it's been resolved."
"oh?"
Yao Xin looked at him in surprise. She could see the strength of those people. Several of them were Jindan powerhouses.
Ye Han could actually deal with them easily.
This is enough to prove that there is a strong person behind Ye Han.
"So what are you going to do next?" Yao Xin asked again.
"Pay respect to the mountain!"
Ye Han said with a slight smile.
"Paying respect to the mountain?"
Yao Xin frowned slightly, she naturally knew what paying homage to the mountain meant.
Simply put, it means paying homage.
In the entire Lingyuan City, the most powerful organization is the Blood Refining Hall, which means that Ye Han is going to visit the people of the Blood Refining Hall.
"Are you sure?"
“No, but I have to go.”
If you want to develop here, you have to go, there is no other way.
But he was not afraid.
After all, there is still one chance to take action as agreed with Xuanyuan Yun. Even if the negotiations fail, it will not be a problem to let Xuanyuan Yun take action at that time.
After all, the local tyrants are still local tyrants.
However, its actual strength is still far behind that of powerful sects like the Nebula Sect and the Huangquan Pavilion.
"Then you should be careful."
"Well, it's getting late. You should go to bed early. By the way, your bloodline..."
For a moment, Yao Xin's face became even redder.
"As long as it's not a special case, it will be fine."
"oh."
Ye Han nodded, feeling a little relieved and a little disappointed.
Then Ye Han came to the living room and found a place to lie down.
Soon fell into a deep sleep.
Yao Xin was lying on the bed, staring at him blankly, her expression changing unrealistically and finally turning into a sigh.