Five days later, the sunset dyed half the sky red. Hall Master Yueling, who was wearing a brocade-patterned green robe with crescent-shaped ribbons of light floating on both sides of his shoulders, looked up at the fiery red sun that was about to fall to the ground in the distance. The corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.
Ever since he became a main hall-level phantom expert, it had been tens of thousands of years since he had waited for other cultivators so seriously.
Unexpectedly, this time, he had actually guarded the entrance of the hall for five days for a perfect Foundation Establishment technique core! If not for the Head Hall Master's special instructions, there was no need to be too anxious. He had already asked the two Hall Masters behind him to personally go to the Fire Spirit Hall to ask that little fellow what he had been doing these few days.
