Yang Fan naturally had no doubts about his mother's words. He had always thought that without the careful teachings and cultivation of his master, he wouldn't be where he is today.
"Mom, I know. Since I have time this time, I'll go back to see. I haven't returned for a long time."
"Okay, go prepare, you'll leave in a few days." Baili Lanxiang had been waiting for this moment for so long, eager to finally see this benefactor.
She was more curious to know what kind of extraordinary person could teach her son to become such a skilled disciple.
An impromptu journey, just that simple.
Four days later, Murong Yan had arranged the company's work, and early in the morning, the four of them set out in an off-road vehicle driven by Yang Fan, with three women, headed to Kongming Mountain.
Calculating the time, it had been seven to eight months since coming down the mountain, over half a year had passed swiftly, and before they knew it, it was already deep autumn.
