On the morning of the second day, within the Canglong Army camp.
Ling Fan's eyes flickered open, and his gaze shone brilliantly. The spirit grass of the Cang Ling Realm was indeed incredibly potent, his spiritual power vast as the sea, having advanced to the middle stage of Wuxuan realm overnight.
He felt that if he could obtain a few more of those herbs, he might be able to further improve his cultivation after several days.
"Kid, that's about enough. That spirit grass isn't something you can consume recklessly at your current level. I've already extracted ninety percent of its spiritual power. It's wasteful and, if you continue to force your cultivation growth like this, your foundation will become unstable!" The Holy Princess saw Ling Fan's intention and promptly explained.
"So that's how it is!" Ling Fan let out a sigh.
He immediately collected his thoughts and started to assess his strength. It was just an advancement of a minor realm, so he wasn't too surprised or excited.