"It should take another half day for the Blood Demon Vine to return to its peak strength."
Amid the dense jungle, Lin Mo sat atop a sturdy tree trunk, having just finished regulating his breathing. He opened his eyes and murmured to himself.
Since there were so many fierce beasts on the island, it served as a perfect opportunity to hone himself.
Lin Mo knew very well that once he left Earth and joined the Mystic Realm Sect, it would be a much broader world. Being thrown into such a vast world would make him as insignificant as a drop of water in the ocean; to stand out, he had to become stronger.
Especially with the appearance of Lord Tao, it brought psychological pressure to Lin Mo.
"The competition of prodigies, I must return to the Cultivation World. Lang Ya Jun, Huo Shuixian, I wonder how you're doing now!"
