Deep Mountain Ancient Cave.
Wang Xiaoyi stood at the entrance of the cave, bowing down.
"Master, I'm here."
"Come in!"
A leisurely voice came from inside the ancient cave, revealing a sleepy state.
Wang Xiaoyi got up and walked into the cave.
In the depths of the ancient cave, a ray of light drove away the darkness, dim and warm.
In the incense burner, the smoke was lingering, like clouds and mist, unpredictable.
A chubby Taoist sat on a Siddha seat, gently absorbing the surrounding incense, his body trembling slightly, muscles and bones making a sound like a bowstring. The blood energy behind him was boiling, showing the cultivation of the Eight Changes of Refining Realm[Blood Qi True Fire].
In the wilderness and deep mountains, there was actually a high-level master of the Eight Changes.
"Disciple, did you bring the rooster?" The chubby Taoist squinted his eyes and asked.
