Half a day later, Zhao Sheng returned smoothly to the encampment. At this moment, he had seven wisps of "fresh" immortal qi in hand.
He had judged the measure perfectly, only asking each of the other formation guardians for a single wisp of immortal qi, not one wisp more.
Ten years made one cycle. Even missing one wisp, they could still save up three or four wisps of immortal qi.
Zhao Sheng would not drive them onto a dead-end road, and the seven formation guardians would not join forces against him.
Of course, even if the seven of them did join forces, he would not fear them in the slightest.
After returning to the Heaven-Reaching Pillar, Zhao Sheng set about refining the seven wisps of immortal qi he had earned.
Time flew. Two years and seven months passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Zhao Sheng smoothly refined the last wisp of immortal qi, and his physical body and Mana advanced another fraction.
No sooner had he awakened than a head as large as a water vat poked over from behind him, hot breath puffing constantly from its mouth.
"Master, what you promised me—could you have forgotten it?" Stone Spirit looked at his Master with great grievance, a trace of resentment showing in his pair of fiery red eyes as large as lanterns.
Zhao Sheng froze at the words, then remembered. He had previously promised to compensate it several times over. Afterward... afterward, hadn't he simply forgotten?
"All right, what are you so anxious for? In another seven or eight years, your Master will return two wisps of immortal qi to you." Zhao Sheng rubbed its head and soothed it in a warm voice.
"Three wisps!" Stone Spirit said out of nowhere.
Zhao Sheng did not hesitate