It was not until the afternoon that Guang Ling brought Dugu Yan and Xiu'er back to the courtyard.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Li."

Han Li, who was still asleep, heard his master's voice, and then, before he could respond, the door of the room was pushed open.

"Well, Master, Sister Yan, Sister Xiu'er, is it over over there?"

Han Li shook his head to sober himself up.

"Hmm? Didn't you say before that you were going to make a breakthrough? Are you having any problems now?"

This was not the first time Guang Ling saw him in this state, so he naturally reacted immediately.

The two women beside him also stopped smiling and looked at him with some concern.

"Nothing, Master. I just feel a little tired suddenly. As you know, I've had a lot of things going on recently. After I took over the position of the Holy Son, I relaxed all of a sudden. I thought I was going to have a breakthrough, but it turned out to be a mistake. Although I didn't have a breakthrough, my soul power did increase a bit."

Han Li walked to the side, wet the towel, wiped his face, and instantly all his sleepiness disappeared.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he smiled again and looked more energetic.

"If you have any problem, tell Master and I will help you with it."

Guang Ling walked up to him and looked at him seriously.

Han Li looked at his master with a serious face, and a touch of emotion welled up in his heart. He smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Master, it's really okay. I won't leave Wuhun City for a short time. If there is something wrong, I can't hide it from you."

"It's best if nothing happens. Anyway, don't keep anything in your heart."

Guang Ling patted his shoulder and stopped talking.

"Okay, go change your clothes. You are still wearing this. Do you want me to call you 'Your Highness the Holy Son'?"

Guang Ling pointed at his robes that were wrinkled from sleeping and his crooked platinum crown, and changed the subject.

"May I?"

With the previous sleep buffer, coupled with the care of several people and the jokes of his master, Han Li's mood returned to its normal state.

"What do you think?"

Guang Ling stared at him with some ill intent, waiting for him to speak.

"Ha, just kidding."

Han Li turned around awkwardly and walked towards the closet.

"Three of you, can you please make some room for me? I need to change my clothes."

Amid the different reactions of the three people, Han Li changed his clothes and was pulled by several people to the restaurant.

According to them, the banquet was not fun at all and they didn't have enough to eat. Han Li had to compensate them, and cooking for them himself was the best compensation.

While playing around, they ate lunch again. ——The matter of the Holy Son passed by Han Li calmly without causing any waves.

Of course, he went to the Worship Hall and the Pope's Hall again later and put forward his soul bone request.

Five soul bones of good quality that are more than 50,000 years old, with ice, fire, strength, and spiritual attributes. This is what he requires.

Anyway, the request has been made, but he is not sure what he can get.

However, on the mainland, the Spirit Hall's establishment of the Holy Son caused quite a stir.

At the same time, all the martial arts halls across the continent announced the same news.

The Spirit Hall has added a new Saint Son, named Han Li, and the pattern on the token is a bow.

All forces on the continent have started to move, and the intelligence system has begun to operate rapidly, leaving them no choice but to be cautious.

You know, the last time the Spirit Hall announced similar news was decades ago, and the saint at that time has become the Pope today.

Han Li, what is the background of this mysterious Saint Son? There is no one with the last name Han among the high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall. Is he another civilian genius like Bibi Dong?

Soon, they all received a very concise piece of information.

Han Li, an orphan of the Spirit Hall, comes from the City of Nottingham in the Province of Fanos in the Tiandou Empire.

Oh, by the way, he is still a nominal noble of the Tiandou Empire, the kind without a fiefdom, and the rest of the information is blank.

The influx of a large number of spies and soul masters who came to Notting City to check in allowed City Lord Xiao, who had been notified in advance by the Spirit Hall, to make a fortune. After all, Notting City is now his fiefdom and he sets the prices.

Moreover, after learning that he was Han Li's uncle, and with the support of the Spirit Hall, no soul master who had been cheated dared to cause trouble for him. They could only curse him a few times in their hearts and leave in disgrace.

There is also the Tiandou Empire. I don’t know whose idea it was, but they actually took the initiative to promote Han Li, saying that this is a symbol of friendship between the Tiandou Empire and the Spirit Hall.

You know what, it was quite effective and tricked a group of low-level soul masters with not very smart minds into joining the army.

When Han Li learned the news later, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

However, considering that Qian Renxue was in the Spirit Hall, Han Li did not pursue the matter. He believed that she would not remain indifferent to this.

After all, Spirit Hall is her family's business, and he is just an image spokesperson now, and not many people know him.

Sure enough, not long after, Guang Ling brought him the latest developments.

The Tiandou Empire took the initiative to send people to find Sarath and apologize, and a group of people were replaced in the military. Xue Qinghe also took this opportunity to arrange his own people into the army.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The changing situation on the continent did not affect Han Li's life. He still lived an ascetic life of practice as before, well, a very luxurious ascetic life.

The news about the Holy Son of Spirit Hall gradually faded as he has not appeared in the public eye.

It's just that occasionally when people talk about the Spirit Hall, they will inadvertently mention the Holy Son Han Li, and no one knows what kind of person he is.

In this way, interesting stories on the mainland continued to change, time flowed slowly, and four years passed quietly.

Early one morning, a luxurious carriage, which was no longer unique on the continent, merged into the crowd and drove out of Wuhun City.

"Sister Yan, are you really not going to go to the front to accompany Grandpa? You know, it's very boring for him to drive the carriage alone."

A young man in black sat up from the recliner and looked at the red-haired girl who was lying on the bed, flipping through some book in her hands.

"No, you go if you want to go. He said he would come in half a year, and I even prepared a room for him, but what happened?"

"If we hadn't traveled the continent, he would have chosen to stay in Tiandou City. He doesn't care about me, his granddaughter, at all."

The girl closed the book in her hand with some indignation and looked angrily towards the cab in front of the carriage.

"Hey, calm down. At least the old man really only comes to see you once every six months or so, but he doesn't stay very often."

The boy stood up and walked over, lifted her up from the bed, helped her tidy up her clothes, and pointed forward.

"Go ahead, be obedient, we haven't seen each other for a long time, come and talk to grandpa."

"Okay, I'll listen to you then."

The girl pouted, her face showing reluctance, but her steps were very quick.

"Sister Yan really fell for your trick, and she obviously wants to go too."

The blue-haired girl, who had been watching the whole process, chuckled and spoke to the black-clothed boy after seeing the red-haired girl enter the cab.

"This might be what Xiao Li meant by tsundere."

Another girl with brown hair and a pair of round ears continued with a smile.

"If she heard what you said, she might tickle you again."

The young man in black lay back down on the recliner and let the chair rock by itself.

"By the way, where is our first stop? Can you tell me now?"

The blue-haired girl asked, ignoring his teasing.

"I haven't thought about it yet. Let's see as we go. Fate will guide us forward."

The young man in black made the charlatan-like remarks that the girl had gradually become accustomed to over the past few years.

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