Inside the Purple Gold Gourd's interior space.
Ye Fan and Pang Bo were both surprised and delighted. Reunited as brothers, their eyes brimmed with tears.
One was tall and burly, his flesh tempered by the old demon far beyond that of ordinary people, making him somewhat intimidating.
The other, though a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body with a physique far beyond ordinary people, looked only about thirteen.
The two of them hugging looked strange no matter how one looked at it.
"Damn, this taste of freedom... I finally get to see daylight again!"
Pang Bo was beside himself with joy, weeping tears of happiness.
"I finally got you out!" Ye Fan was delighted too. Patting Pang Bo's shoulder, he said with a smile, "But you've gotten even burlier!"
Having safely rescued this dear friend who had shared life and death with him.
He finally relaxed the string that had remained taut in his heart, breathing a sigh of relief and setting his worries aside.
After all, without his good brother Pang Bo's help, which had brought him into contact with the opening section of the Dao Scripture and given him Hundred Herb Liquid.
It was hard to say whether he, deemed a useless physique incapable of cultivation from the outset and rejected by the Six Great Grotto-Heavens, could ever have set foot on the path of cultivation.
Not to mention that even the Dao Scripture he possessed had been delivered to him by Pang Bo after the old demon possessed him.
"Damn, you're right... That old demon altered my body until it barely looks human!" Pang Bo carefully examined his body, full of vexation.
"That isn't necessarily a bad thing. Your flesh has been tempered to an astonishing degree and currently rivals a Dao Palace Realm expert's. Having also been refined