On the last day that they spent in the Heavenly Lands, they did not meet a single beast. This was something that has never happened before, causing Wei Lingshu to give out a fortunate sigh.

“Maybe our bad luck has run out,” Jin Hao laughed.

“Really?” Wei Lingshu’s instinct told him it was not as simple as that. Yet, he could not think of the reason. Eventually, he pushed it to the back of his mind as he put on a satisfied smile and patted the Storage Ring in his hand, “With these strands of Spiritual Origins, there will be even more small Martial Artists appearing in the city next year.”

Fang Yue nodded in agreement, “That’s right, the two brats in my uncle’s house can finally cultivate.”

Everyone was laughing as they talked when all of a sudden, Yao Teng sighed softly, “If I remember correctly, Pang Huan’s kid has also reached the age to begin training right?”

This sentence caused the air to become heavy, losing all of its energy previously. The eyes of a few of them involuntarily turned red. To them, every comrade was like a family and they would all feel upset losing...