Xu Qing's mind stirred.
In the past, when he returned from work, Area D10 would be very lively. The sounds of Shan He and Wang Chen bickering could be heard non-stop. However, today, Shan He was actually sitting cross-legged on the square.
He was actually cultivating.
His expression was solemn and carried obvious persistence. It was as though he was using his actions to tell everyone that he, Shan He, was a determined person. Even though he was in prison, he still didn't forget to cultivate.
Any place could be a place for him, Shan He, to temper himself.
As for Wang Chen, his main body had also come out of the coffin. At that moment, he was sitting in the cage with a serious expression. His hands were clenched tightly, as though he was regretting his mistake.
He even controlled his clone of the Smoke Race to write on the walls of the cage with a brush.