A month later!
Immortal Alliance City, Fudao Hall.
In the front hall, the white-haired Old Daoist watched the departing figure with a smile, waiting until that Mortal Cultivator vanished from his sight.
Only then did he walk behind the counter and lie back down in the Rocking Chair.
Squeak!
Squeak, squeak!!
As the white-haired Old Daoist lay in the Rocking Chair swaying back and forth, he flipped his hand.
A Storage Bag appeared in his hand.
The white-haired Old Daoist gazed at the Storage Bag in his hand, a trace of delight surfacing in his clouded eyes.
"After gathering them for so many years, I've finally collected almost all of these Spirit Medicines.
Now, it is time to test the effect of that supreme secret art!"
With that thought—
The white-haired Old Daoist contentedly put away the Storage Bag in his hand, then closed his eyes and rested.
Before long.
A young Mortal Cultivator stepped through the doors of Fudao Hall.
Just then.
A streak of flowing light shot out from behind the counter and landed before the young Mortal Cultivator.
The young Mortal Cultivator did not seem surprised. He reached out, caught the Spirit Light before him, then turned and left without looking back, as though this minor cultivator had simply entered the wrong door.
In but a moment.
The young Mortal Cultivator disappeared at the end of the street.
Immortal Mansion Spirit Mountain, within a certain Cave Mansion.
Cheng Buzheng, who had been sitting cross-legged on a Cloud Bed in arduous cultivation, suddenly halted his daily training.
At a thought.
The formation shrouding the door to the Quiet Room abruptly dissipated.
At the same time, the door opened on its own without wind.
At that very moment, Cheng Buzheng, seated cross-legged on the Cloud Bed, suddenly opened