At night, within a dense thicket, Li Huowang was wrapped in a blanket, silently keeping watch.
The night without a campfire was bitterly cold, after all, it was only March.
But at this moment, he dared not light a fire for fear that the light in the darkness would attract the monks' pursuit.
Under the weak moonlight, Li Huowang reached out and took the Taoist Bell from his bosom.
The incredibly powerful Elixirs Master Danyang had given him were almost all gone; this was the only thing he could produce now.
Yet contemplating the way the abbot had easily held it in his hand, Li Huowang felt a strong resentment.
The thought of the other wanting to deal with him and his only option being to flee was unbearably frustrating.
"In this chaotic and bizarre world, everything is dominated by strength. To stand my ground here, I must become strong enough!"
