Time flew like a shuttle, and the years slipped away.
In the blink of an eye, sixty years had already passed.
Northern Frontier, Wutong Mountain.
At the highest point of Wutong Mountain's summit stood a towering ancient tree several hundred zhang tall.
Fiery red leaves enveloped its surroundings, blending the giant tree into the landscape as though a vibrant crown had appeared atop the mountain.
Upon one of the branches deep within the giant tree sat two figures, one old and one young.
"Ancestor, this is Immortal Mist Spirit Tea. Please give it a taste and see how it is."
"The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy contained in Spirit Tea is too sparse to be of much help to us Demon Race Cultivators. There are not many like you who put such care into tasting tea.
Tell me, when did you start taking a liking to these things used by Human Race Cultivators?
Could this tea have been sent to you by Song Qingming as well?"
Hearing Demon Saint Chili suddenly mention that name, Fire Phoenix's movements paused slightly. She immediately shook her head gently.
"Ancestor, you misunderstand. I have not been to the Floating Cloud Mountain Range these past years. Long Feng brought this tea back from Heavenly Phoenix City."
"Mm."
After responding with a nod, Demon Saint Chili slowly set down her teacup.
"Fire Phoenix, they sent me word back a few days ago. I wish to ask you one final time: do you have any intention of accompanying me to Dragon Abyss Sea?
If we can obtain the True Dragon Clan's assistance, your chances of advancing to the middle stage of Spirit Transformation in the future should increase considerably.
The reason I ask is that, after I leave, those fellows in the Northern Frontier will likely not