Eastern Geng District, No. 8.
Gui Wuyan's aged body lay sprawled on the ground, arms and legs akimbo.
A Primordial Spirit entered the room. The illusory Primordial Spirit gradually took shape, with a small, pointed bamboo shoot wrapped inside it.
The bamboo shoot was entirely jade-green, and terrifying vitality circulated within it.
The Primordial Spirit carefully placed the bamboo shoot on the table.
As soon as the wooden table touched the bamboo shoot, the dead wood came back to life, with fresh shoots sprouting from every edge and corner.
Only after doing all this did the Primordial Spirit burrow into the aged body on the ground.
With his Primordial Spirit returned to its place, Gui Wuyan finally opened his eyes slowly.
He paid no attention to the dust covering his body. After climbing to his feet and patting his face, he stared fixedly at the bamboo shoot on the table. The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, revealing a carefree smile.
"A bamboo shoot from Longevity Bamboo? Where did you find it? You're pretty lucky!"
A voice suddenly came from behind him. Zhang Wanzhi had appeared behind Gui Wuyan at some unknown point.
Like Gui Wuyan, he stared intently at the bamboo shoot and shook his head. "What a pity. It has no roots. Otherwise, we could have Old Mo give it a try and see whether he could cultivate a Longevity Bamboo."
As he spoke, he suddenly walked around to stand in front of Gui Wuyan and stared at his face.
"Where exactly did you find this bamboo shoot? You didn't... go to Immortal Shade, did you?"
Gui Wuyan said nothing and gave no response. Even his gaze was like a deep pool, still as an ancient well.
Zhang Wanzhi's expression changed. He seemed about to say something, but