In September, Yanjing had entered autumn. The autumn wind swept through, carrying the withered yellow leaves in its wake, creating a desolate atmosphere.
In a courtyard in Yanjing, withered yellow leaves could be seen scattered everywhere. Chu Xuanji and Chu Ji stepped on the soft leaves, staring at the house in front of them, their faces revealing traces of worry.
"Master, Xiao Fan has been in closed-door cultivation for over half a month now. Why hasn't it ended yet? Shall we go in and check?" Chu Ji couldn't help but suggest as she watched.
As she said, Ye Fan had been in closed-door cultivation for more than half a month.
Compared to before, Ye Fan's current session of closed-door cultivation was longer and somewhat strange—during the early stages of his cultivation, he would often emit horrifying screams that chilled the heart!
