After spending ten days and ten nights contemplating the Sword God Monument, Meng Fan had finally returned. Naturally, Old Lin was impatient to see what progress he had made. After all, he had paid a significant price for that opportunity, and even now, the thought of it made his heart ache. Only Meng Fan’s substantial progress could soothe that sting.
Meng Fan greeted Senior Brother Luo and headed straight for the second floor of the Sword Pavilion. Old Lin was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the corner, just as he always was whenever Meng Fan visited. To someone at Old Lin’s level, sleep was unnecessary; meditation served as both the best form of rest and a way to cultivate. In fact, even at Meng Fan’s current level, it was much the same. Most cultivators were like this.
"Master!" Meng Fan bowed.
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