Finding a Way to Die

In the evening, Jiang Hao packed up his stall and looked in the direction of the Lawless Tower.

It was about time to go there.

No one was making things difficult for him to sell talismans these days. It was easier.

In the beginning, the people of the Heavenly Joy Pavilion made it difficult for him.

He had to avoid them.

Now, more than ten years had passed, and he had advanced to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

No one dared to come after him.

'When Junior Brother Han comes back, he will most likely challenge me. By then, I can display my cultivation at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.'

It was already February. In a little over half a year, he should be back.

Night had completely fallen.

Jiang Hao was already standing in front of the Lawless Tower.

Now that the attack on the sect was over, not many people came in and out of there.

Everyone was recuperating.