A Year Of Cultivation

Knowing one year wasn't long when it came to cultivation, Feng Fan didn't want to waste a single day. He approached a nearby disciple and casually asked.

"Hey, where can I find the Treasure Hall of the Black Turtle Sect or something similar?"

The disciple glanced at him before pointing toward a towering structure in the distance, its golden-tiled roof shimmering under the sunlight. "Just follow that path. You can't miss it."

Nodding in appreciation, Feng Fan wasted no time and made his way toward the hall.

Upon entering, he found himself in a grand chamber bustling with activity. Rows of disciples stood in line at different counters, turning in missions and collecting their well-earned rewards. The air was filled with the faint hum of spiritual energy radiating from the various treasures stored within the hall.