Under the silent night sky, streaks of light in various colors flashed overhead from time to time.
Even the stars filling the sky seemed much dimmer as a result.
Watching through the window lattice, Wang Ba could not help lowering his head with a sigh.
With so many Qi Refining disciples outside, how was he supposed to escape?
He could only turn his helplessness into an appetite and battle fiercely with the Spirit Chicken in his clay pot.
It was well into the latter half of the night before he managed to condense half a drop of yin spirit power. Then, without a shred of strength left, he fell into a deep sleep, not even noticing Jia Seven hopping under his covers to sleep.
When he got up in the morning, he discovered that the chicken droppings Jia Seven had left under the covers had already dried...
The culprit even had the gall to sidle up to him and try to get chummy.
So angry was he that he dragged Jia Five over and gave him a sound beating.
"Just look at the offspring you've produced!"
"Cluck, cluck!"
Jia Five tilted his head, looking utterly bewildered.
But I'm a rooster!
In any case, Wang Ba really could not bring himself to beat Jia Seven. Her progress was simply too gratifying.
She was extraordinarily nimble, easily executing three midair changes of direction followed by a pouncing, lethal peck. Her movements were simply uncanny and unpredictable, and her destructive power delighted Wang Ba time and again.
At any rate, Wang Ba vaguely felt that, of the four Sect disciples at Dingjiu Manor, the other three were probably no match for Jia Seven, apart from the cultivator surnamed Shi, whose capabilities he could not gauge.
Of course, if they had other tricks up