For some reason, when the idea of a fight came to mind, the Golden Pill within Yang Zhen became excited. This excitement caused a bit of a ruckus within him, making Yang Zhen feel like he was about to give birth to his ten-months pregnancy. He felt as if his plump Golden Pill was finally about to hatch into a baby.
Feeling the aura fluctuations of a Nascent Soul Stage practitioner, Yang Zhen didn't dare to slack off, fearing that his hard-to-find opponent might somehow slip away.
Indeed, as soon as Yang Zhen darted out of the woods, he heard a 'hehehe' sound conveying from somewhere. Immediately, his eyes lit up. He climbed up a hillside and locked his gaze onto a middle-aged practitioner half-lying and sticking his butt out, busy with something.
