```Therefore, the process of spiritual refinement holds a different meaning for the Illusory Silkworm than for anyone else; the more the better, they're welcome to come in droves. It's not just about the surge coming seven times; even if it were seven times a day, or seventy, it would gladly take as much as it comes!
Realizing this, Feng Yin couldn't help feeling frustrated—this was an insatiable black hole indeed.
With the guidance of the Illusory Silkworm, it took Feng Yin only a moment to regroup with Dong Xiaoyan and the others, and then it was time to sit back and enjoy the drama unfolding.
Soon enough, they saw the old demon burst forth from the mountain, and the old demon inquiring Qing Ming the Great.
Although Qing Ming the Great now had a tall and imposing figure, quite different from that night, Feng Yin recognized him at a glance.
The old man, he was the very person who had come over to speak to him while he hid in the great tree at the root of the Imperial City.
