"Tower Master, where did you get this jar of Dao Soil?" Qin Guan asked curiously as he pinched a small handful of Dao Soil into the flower bed.
Little Black Tower: "What do you think?"
"My Master?" Qin Guan ventured.
Little Black Tower said irritably, "Obviously. Who else would mess around inside my belly besides him?"
"To gather so much Dao Soil here, that old man's treasures must be beyond imagination." Qin Guan could not help sighing.
Su Qingjie and Lin Qing'er also wore complicated, solemn expressions. Just who exactly was that old man who had transmitted his voice across the void earlier? Could he be a legendary Golden Immortal?
At that moment, Little Black Tower suddenly added, "Not only this Dao Soil—even this Great Dao Mountain was moved in by that old man. He personally arranged it so that it developed its own Dao rhythm."
"Tower Master, what exactly is my Master's cultivation level?" Qin Guan was intensely curious.
Little Black Tower: "How would I know? When I first met him, he said that his Great Dao was Exhausted and that he was a beggar without any cultivation."
"Then how did you two meet?" Qin Guan asked again.
Little Black Tower suddenly became furious. "Damn it, I took pity on him back then and kindly took him in. In the end, that old bastard—fuck! Forget it!"
Seeing that Little Black Tower seemed to have suffered a great loss, Qin Guan smirked. "Tower Master, as long as you don't try to take advantage of that old man when dealing with him, you generally won't run into trouble."
Little Black Tower: "Do I need you to teach me? Hurry up and lick the dirt off the ground!"
Qin Guan shook his head and carefully placed the scattered Dao Soil into the