"What could it be?"
Hearing this, his companion beside him looked at the man wearing the Monitoring Glasses.
"Say no more. That guy called Luo Chen must have given us a fake name."
The man wearing the glasses spoke, his expression grim.
At these words, the other companions exchanged looks, astonishment appearing on each of their faces. Their expressions were grim as well.
"Seriously? Sure, it's the Weird Apocalypse, and it's normal to be wary of one another. But giving us a fake name? Isn't that going too far? Can't people have just a little more trust in each other?"
Leaving aside how this team of survivors he had casually helped silently grumbled to themselves,
elsewhere, Luo Fan had taken the form of a Nightmare Nekomata and already flown back to the Willow Immortal Elder.
A little instinctive caution had spared him some trouble. Of course, Luo Fan knew nothing of this.
To him, it had only been a minor interlude.
"You're back so soon?"
Sensing Luo Fan's return, the Willow Immortal Elder's face reappeared on the trunk as he asked in some surprise.
"I've got the Netherworld Soil and Yin-Fiend Water. What next? What should I do?"
After taking out the two materials, Luo Fan asked the Willow Immortal Elder.
"They really are the right ones."
The Willow Immortal Elder looked at the two materials, confirmed that they were correct, then spoke.
"It's simple. As long as my roots are buried in Netherworld Soil and moistened with Yin-Fiend Water, I can remain alive in my slumber for ninety-nine hours."
"Ninety-nine hours? That's enough time. But digging you out will take quite a while, won't it?" Luo Fan nodded silently before speaking.
"Prepare a pot first," the Willow Immortal Elder told Luo Fan.
"Prepare a pot?"
Looking at the enormous