C1512 It Swept Across the Cold Spring

Time passed. The female cultivators of the Blood Feather Race arrived in batches. Yang Fann's efficiency was astonishing.

Every group of female cultivators came from afar and stopped for less than half an incense stick of time.

It wasn't that Yang Fann wanted to return all the yin energy to them. It would take a long time.

It was just that because the good time was too fast