Three days later, the wind inside Lost Soul Cave gradually died down.
In another stone room, Gao Yang stretched his stiff body, swallowed a medicinal pill, and rested for quite a while before finally climbing to his feet.
"Damn it, why's this wind season longer than my grandpa's dick? Good thing I'll be out of this hellhole in seven days. When I do, I'm getting drunk at Desire Immortal Pavilion for three days and three nights straight."
After breathing in and out for half an hour, the man still looked haggard, but at least a little light had returned to his eyes. He even remembered that there was another immortal cultivator in the room next door.
"Tsk, wonder if that kid's dead yet. He just got here and ran into such a long black wind. Don't tell me I'll have to help collect his body later."
He left the stone room and went to Xu Yuan's door. He had just raised a hand to knock when footsteps suddenly sounded inside.
"Is that Fellow Daoist Gao outside? I'll open the door."
With a creak, the sturdy ironwood door swung open. Gao Yang looked at Xu Yuan, rubbed his eyes without thinking, then looked again and saw that the other man was still as handsome as ever.
What, had the black wind taken a detour and all blown into his own room instead?
"Fellow Daoist Gao, is something the matter?"
Gao Yang's stare made Xu Yuan feel a little uncomfortable. He asked, though he could guess why the other man was looking at him like that. Sure enough, Gao Yang asked in the next moment:
"Good lad, what kind of incredible treasure are you hiding on you? Or did you bring some miraculous pills? How come you still look like you're about