Wang Ba had no time to think it over and swiftly left the meditation chamber.
Then, with a sweep of his broad sleeve, he put away most of the spirit beasts on the grass, along with the entire Chicken Farm.
Only after confirming that he had overlooked nothing did he open the formation. As he pushed open the gate, an apologetic smile rose to his face.
A white-haired old man stood at the entrance.
"True Person Kang, my sincerest apologies. I was cultivating just now..."
"Oh, what are you saying, Fellow Daoist Shen? I was the one who came unannounced, without sending word beforehand."
The white-haired old man interrupted him with a hearty laugh.
"Not at all, not at all. Please, come in!"
Wang Ba hurriedly welcomed him inside.
True Person Kang did not stand on ceremony. Under the gazes of several cultivators from the Three Great Sects nearby, who looked as though they wanted to speak but held back, he strode inside.
The formation swiftly closed, and the gate was promptly shut as well.
The cultivators from the Three Great Sects exchanged glances, then tacitly took out their voice transmission talismans.
"You've raised these spirit beasts quite well, Fellow Daoist Shen!"
As he entered Wang Ba's residence, True Person Kang casually glanced over the dozen or so second-tier middle-grade spirit beasts remaining on the grass and clapped his hands in admiration.
"You flatter me, True Person Kang. They're all ordinary spirit beasts. I only raise them to keep my hand in. There are no shortcuts to being a spirit chef. It all comes down to practice."
Wang Ba exchanged a few pleasantries with him.
As his identity had been exposed and his standing had risen,
the cultivators he came into contact with had grown increasingly high-ranking. He had