Shadow Demon Wolf

After another week of travel, An Chen arrived in Suotuo City.

After half a year, he had returned to the place that had once scared the wits out of him.

An Chen wore a black robe, and the childishness someone his age should have had was no longer visible on his face. It had been replaced by maturity and calm.

He entered Suotuo City and, following Elder Chen's instructions, went straight to the Spirit Hall Branch to see whether Elder Chen had arrived.

Sure enough, Elder Chen had not arrived yet. He would probably need another day.

An Chen left amid the flattery of a group of deacons.

Soon, he left Spirit Hall and found an inn to stay at.

An Chen sat in a chair and summoned his Iron Pot.

Compared to before he had consumed the Immortal Herb, this Big Iron Pot had undergone some changes.

He did not know whether it was the effect of the Aromatic Silk Beauty.

An Chen carefully examined the Iron Pot. He had already sensed that his Wuhun was somewhat different while traveling, but he had been hurrying along and had not had time to inspect it.

A layer of Gray Fog still slowly churned over the Big Iron Pot, but the three cracks that had once been there had vanished.

In their place were three patches of mist. These three patches seemed to be contending with the Gray Fog, each one the size of a palm and covering the bottom of the pot.

They were neither above nor below the Gray Fog. Instead, they had dispersed the Gray Fog there and occupied that spot themselves, still battling against it.

Yet An Chen's memories regarding his Soul Skills remained unchanged from before, and he had no idea why.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to