Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Another cycle of seasons passed.

Unknowingly, Xu Ming was already five years old.

Xu Ming didn’t know how much strength he had now since there wasn’t a suitable point of reference in the Xu household.

He had tried to move the thousand-pound stone lion at the Xu Manor’s entrance but couldn’t budge it.

In his dantian, the little sapling had grown another two centimeters taller compared to a year ago.

As for the level of his spiritual root, Xu Ming had no idea either.

However, he felt his aptitude was still poor.

But that didn’t bother him much; he figured he had time to grow since he was only five years old.

After Xu Xue Nuo left, Xu Ming never saw the Xu Manor’s First Madam, Wang Feng, again.