How many years have you been sitting in meditation?
Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
Lang Huan was indeed a bit naively cute.
Did she not know that there exists a type of being in this world called a "hanging loser"?
And unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao was the ultimate hanging loser among them.
Jun Xiaoyao did not respond but directly sat down in meditation, beginning his comprehension.
"Young Master Jun, you can't really intend to stay in this burial realm for years, can you? I certainly don't want that!"
"And there’s not even a comfortable bed in this cave; it’s inconvenient for... you know."
Jun Xiaoyao ignored Lang Huan's teasing remarks and fell into his meditation.
The thunder runes on the cave walls seemed to peel away, flashing before his eyes one by one.
For an ordinary person, remembering even a single rune would be difficult.
But Jun Xiaoyao, having honed his soul with the Chaos Divine Hammer since childhood, possessed a soul power far beyond that of his peers.