Wanfa Peak.
Inside the house, Yao Wudi was busy taking out items, spirit materials, spirit items, and other things from his Storage Treasure.
"Eh... why do I feel like someone's talking about me?"
"It must be that brat, Ling Weizi."
Merely thinking of Ling Weizi and his group caused Yao Wudi's emotions, which he had barely managed to calm down, to stir once more.
"Useless rascals, can't even scratch me. Forced me to explode few of my 'Dharma Spirits Lines'..."
He had no choice. The newly appointed Master of Shaoyin Mountain, Qu Shentong, had sharp eyes. Without real injuries, it would be impossible to fool him.
"Harvest... hmmm, it's tolerable."
Yao Wudi glanced at his identity plate.
A hologram lit up slightly.
On it, the number '42, 792' was written boldly.
