"Many thanks for Uncle Master's earnest guidance these past few days. This is a small token of my gratitude. Please do not reject it."
Inside the Immortal Cave, there was silence.
Wang Ba, seeing this, felt slightly reassured. He immediately stepped onto his flying magic tool and flew towards the Spirit Food Department.
A new month arrived, and it was time to prepare a new share of spirit food.
Not long after he left, the door of the Immortal Cave opened slightly. The item Wang Ba had left at the entrance quietly disappeared from where it was.
The door closed again.
A while passed.
A disciple from Jinhuang Peak knocked on the door of Wei Rong's Immortal Cave.
"What is it?"
A cold, hard voice emanated from inside the cave.
The Jinhuang Peak disciple bowed slightly, his tone similarly cold and strict:
"Master, Master Qu from Shaoyin Mountain has sent a message. He requests your presence at Shaoyin Mountain."
"Shaoyin Mountain?"
