For five days straight, Chen Xun had been restoring his spiritual power and conserving his strength. This time, his mind and spirit had truly been drained dry; only now had he finally recovered.
"Old Ox." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chen Xun's mouth as he opened his eyes.
"Moo~~" Big Black Ox lunged at him excitedly, nearly crushing Chen Xun until he could not breathe.
"Old Ox... damn it, are you trying to kill me?!"
"Moo~" Big Black Ox grinned and hurriedly backed away.
"This place isn't safe. We're close to the center, and there are too many cultivators. Head for the outskirts!"
"Moo!"
Two figures shot away. Though they held a fortune in their hands, there was not a trace of smug elation in their eyes. Instead, they became even more vigilant, constantly weaving through the massive ancient trees as they moved farther and farther from the center.
They ran for several days in a row. There was still less than a month before the valley closed, but they had already left the clamor of battle far behind.
"Old Ox, I'll leave this Storage Bag to you." Chen Xun's eyes gleamed as he stared at the Storage Bag in his hand. "It contains all the spiritual herbs needed for a Foundation Establishment Pill!"
"Moo!" Big Black Ox solemnly accepted it and swallowed it in one gulp.
"When we get back, we'll cultivate them slowly."
Chen Xun said quietly, "We have to be steady. We won't start for at least another two years or so. We're not short on time."
"Moo~" Big Black Ox nodded. It understood, and there was not the slightest trace of impatience in its heart.
"This Storage Bag will be handed over to the sect."
Chen Xun looked at the Storage Bag in