"Hm?" A sharp pain pierced his divine sense, and Huang Xiao immediately withdrew it.
The hidden saber soul seemed to have erupted just now, injuring his divine sense.
Huang Xiao did not probe any further. Continuing to struggle with it would only waste time.
So he sat down cross-legged and decided to ponder his cultivation methods instead.
With the Demon Hall's thousand-year period ahead of him, he still needed to keep improving his strength and integrate his cultivation methods into a coherent whole. This was far too important to him.
Although he had consolidated his cultivation realm some time ago, he still had not had enough time. There were too many cultivation methods he had not had time to study, so now he had to seize every spare moment.
Huang Xiao believed his strength could still improve.
Five days passed as they stayed there.
The Demon Phoenix and Huang Xiao suddenly opened their eyes and looked toward the entrance.
"Senior Ou?" Huang Xiao saw that the person entering behind the Patriarch was none other than Ou Jin.
Ou Jin carried a large box on his back, evidently containing tools needed for forging.
After four years apart, Ou Jin's appearance had not changed in the slightest. He still looked just as he had back then.
"Huang Xiao-ah, Hall Master Huang," Ou Jin called out when he saw Huang Xiao, setting down the box on his back.
"Old Man Ou, Huang Xiao isn't a Hall Master now," the Demon Phoenix said.
The Demon Phoenix was not particularly respectful toward Ou Jin.
Ou Jin's strength was simply too weak, and the Demon Phoenix really did look down on him somewhat.
In any case, he treated Ou Jin very casually. Even if Ou Jin was dissatisfied, he was not afraid.
Ou Jin could do