After quite a lengthy discussion with Ma Xiaoqiu, the Yang siblings left.
From a distance, Chen Yi saw Yang Dan holding her forehead with two fingers on the flying boat,
Obviously, this trip had worn her out,
Even as a True Pill Cultivating Monk, she couldn't escape the troubles of the world.
Chen Yi lamented in his heart, nothing is more important than one's own power, he must reach core formation quickly, form a golden core, then refine his body for Nascent Soul and turn his body into golden skin,
Only then would he feel a little sense of security.
Next, Chen Yi continued to focus on his cultivation,
A few days later, Xiaoqiu from next door suddenly came over to see Chen Yi,
When Chen Yi saw her, he noticed that the bloodshot in her eyes had not faded,
"Fairy Ma, what happened?"
"Darling Chen Yi? That's what I used to call you, right?
Yes, that's correct, my memory is back."