Li Bufan asked, "Zhiyan, have you recovered?"
"Mm-hmm, thanks to this Essence Fluid." Lin Zhiyan stood and flexed her fingers, then looked at Li Bufan curiously. "Oh, Bufan, where did you get this?"
"It's a pill furnace I obtained earlier. It holds a world of wonders within it—not only several treasure-filled places, but the ability to produce this Essence Fluid on its own. I owe much of my rapid progress to it."
Wonder flashed in Lin Zhiyan's eyes. "A world of wonders? And it produces Essence Fluid? Can you use this cauldron now?"
Li Bufan shook his head. "I don't know. Before, even with my Object Manipulation Realm spiritual sense, I could only stay inside for half an hour. My spiritual sense has advanced again, but I haven't tried since."
Lin Zhiyan thought for a moment. "We have nothing else to do right now. Bufan, I'll stand guard while you try again."
Li Bufan glanced around. The Deadwood Forest lay deathly still, without a trace of life.
Chu Cangjin had only just fled and was unlikely to return soon. As for anyone else, with Lin Zhiyan beside him, there was nothing to fear even if they came.
"All right." He nodded.
They found a relatively secluded spot. Lin Zhiyan stood nearby with her sword, her spiritual sense spread wide as she watched their surroundings. Li Bufan sat cross-legged and sank his mind into his Spirit Sea.
Within his Spirit Sea, the ancient-looking Small Cauldron hovered quietly.
The cauldron was no bigger than his palm, bronze from top to bottom, its surface covered in dense patterns. Ancient and arcane, they resembled both script from a bygone age and the lines of an array. Li Bufan still had not fully deciphered them.
But now he noticed something different.
His Night Roaming Realm