High above, a large spirit boat slowly flew by, breaking through the mists, headed in the direction of the Bright Cloud Mountain Range in the Southern Region.
On the deck of the spirit boat, a black leopard with shiny fur and a body as large as a small hill was extending its bright red long tongue, rapidly and deftly lapping up the spirit liquid from a basin placed on the table in front of it.
Chen Dengming and Chen Jing watched this scene with smiles on their faces, Chen Jing reached out to touch the smooth fur of the leopard, his aged voice laughing.
"Black Uncle, drink more, don't waste such good stuff. The longer you live, the more opportunities you'll have. If you can form a core and become a great demon one day, you can keep my father company for longer..."
