Time rapidly passed by, and before people realized, it was Autumn. The emerald forests gradually turned yellow, and a bleak feeling of chilliness filled the air.
Han Jin stood on the top of a hill and looked down in silence. Four months had passed since they had left the Eleventh Town. During this period, he'd achieved stable progress in his cultivation, and his energy had nearly reached thirty Jia. Judging by the criterion of this world, he was equal to a fourth-grade professional now. Such rapid progress had surprised all his companions.
Certainly, the gap between Han Jin and Moxinke was still very large, but Han Jin was confident in himself. Since the day Cessacioun had given him the recovered space ring, he'd become a collector. He had collected more than ten charms of fire and thunder, over forty Five Wraiths Carrying Charms, and seven Wooden Army Calling Charms, which were enough for him to deal with an ordinary fight.