บท 692: Chapter 630 Braised Potatoes_1

Burial God Wasteland, a small mountain village.

In the courtyard, the sunlight was just right; Li Fan lay beneath the peach tree, enjoying the cool shade of summer, drinking tea, calm and at ease, in a state of utter contentment.

"I wonder how Jiang Li and the others are doing..."

As Li Fan sipped his tea, he pondered; it had been over a month since Jiang Li and the others left, and there was still no news.

Could something have happened? After all, the place they went to was said to be teeming with ghosts...

However, the ghosts in this world were all quite kind... hmm, maybe they were too busy helping them pull out teeth?

There shouldn't be any problems.

He didn't give it too much thought and set down his teacup, scanning the many disciples in the courtyard who were all busily and orderly engaged in their own tasks.