"Thank you, senior." Jiang Tang bowed deeply to thank the old man and turned to look at the white light.
A mysterious force of attraction swept over his Sea of Consciousness.
Unconsciously, he began to step forward and walk inside.
Chong Li yawned again, closed his eyes, and transformed into a streak of light that vanished into the Spirit Field Space.
It had been forcing itself to stay awake, and now it truly had to cultivate and inherit.
Upon entering the space, he happened to see Eryao slowly opening his eyes.
Eryao's stature had grown somewhat, with a pair of dragon horns also emerging on his forehead. The golden pupils belonging to the Dragon Clan began to faintly take shape.
Catching sight of Chong Li's entrance, he couldn't help but grin, "Li, you've worked hard."
