After returning to the small room, Yang Feng continued to use the formation to close his position.

As Yang Feng thought, the road manager did not come.

He didn't even go to the big cabin to ask about Yang Feng's whereabouts. To him, whether Yang Feng died or lived had nothing to do with him.

Because I just passed by a floating star land, the streets of all the auctions on merchant ships are very lively.

Only Yang Feng hid in his small room and continued to stay in seclusion and stabilize his cultivation.

...

Time was quickly lost in Yang Feng's retreat. On the way, Yang Feng felt that the merchant ship had stopped several times. His spiritual sense had swept out, as if he had encountered some group of starry beasts.

However, the road manager did not come to find him, and Yang Feng did not come out either.

Another six years have passed, and no one has come to Yang Feng’s small room, and his cultivation is already in the late stage of Nirvana.

When he got so many time pills in the Great Wilderness, he only used less than ten thousand pieces of them.

Even Yang Feng himself had to sigh. It was so terrible to consume his cultivation.

Yang Feng did not intend to continue his retreat. He swept out his spiritual sense and found that the cabin hall was very lively, and many cultivators rushed to the bottom deck.
Chapter completed!