"Brother Zhou Yun!" Qiao'er walked into the room. When she saw the scene inside, her face turned red, and she covered her eyes and walked out.
Zhou Yun was taken aback. Then, he smiled, put on his shirt, and walked out.
"Brother Zhou Yun, you've succeeded in your cultivation? I can feel that the spiritual energy in your body has become even denser." After seeing Zhou Yun come out, Qiao'er stuck her head out from behind a pillar at the side. Her face was still red, and she looked very pretty.
"Yes, I plan to go into seclusion for a period of time to break through to the late-stage foundation establishment. This way, I'll have a greater chance of winning when I face Xin Yu." Zhou Yun said. He was now carrying that old sword with him at all times, and every moment he cultivated was deepening the connection with the old sword. Fortunately, when he used the last wisp of sword Qi on it, he could maximize its power!