Hearing Wu Zhouxu's call, Zhang Xiaohua cupped his fist and said, "Both of you, please go ahead. I have to go back to practice martial arts and find a place to water some herbs with this tea in my belly."
Hearing Zhang Xiaohua's words like this, the two no longer kept him and turned back to the courtyard.
Watching the two figures disappear into the courtyard, Zhang Xiaohua muttered to himself, "How can a sparrow understand the aspirations of a swan?"
After saying that, without any hesitation, he exercised his flying skill and headed to the summit of Tianmu Peak.
Inside the Pill Room on the top of Tianmu Peak, the medicine in the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace still spun, its pale red threads swirling constantly without any anomalies.
Zhang Xiaohua felt relieved, input several magic spells into the Pill Furnace, and sat cross-legged in front of it, quietly comprehending the Dao.
Night gradually approached, and the night deepened gradually.
