Over the following days, Li Chungang returned to his routine of cultivation between two points.
Every three hours, he would Draw Sword once, then swallow a Qi Refinement Pill and cultivate the Qi Refinement Art.
Under such circumstances, time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.
That day, Li Chungang had just finished Drawing Sword and was preparing to take a pill and cultivate.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, a burst of knocking rang out.
Li Chungang frowned upon hearing it.
He subconsciously glanced at the number of times he had Drawn Sword, which had already reached nearly a hundred, then walked toward the door.
Creak—
The door opened, and an unexpected figure appeared outside.
"Fellow Daoist Han Paopao!"
Seeing the visitor, a trace of surprise flashed in Li Chungang's eyes.
He truly had not expected Han Paopao, a man devoted to the cowardly path, to take the initiative to seek him out. It was simply inconceivable.
Subconsciously, Li Chungang asked, "Fellow Daoist, what brings you here?"
Han Paopao smiled.
Rather than immediately stating his purpose, he examined Li Chungang for a few moments before saying, "Fellow Daoist, won't you invite me in?"
"I have something I wish to discuss with you."
"This matter concerns your very life and property. I believe you will be interested."
Li Chungang frowned.
He did not understand what Han Paopao meant, but a trace of unease rose within him.
For that very reason, killing intent also emerged in Li Chungang's heart.
The information behind this matter was definitely far from simple. Even Han Paopao's arrival itself was no simple matter.
However, Li Chungang did not refuse outright. After thinking for a moment, he stepped aside and said, "Please come in, Fellow Daoist."
"Alright!"
With that, Han Paopao walked directly into