As soon as he stepped outside, a damp mist blew towards him. The mountaintop was extremely moist, and the morning was shrouded in dense fog. For an average person's vision, they could only see about five meters ahead at most.
Although Tang San wasn't affected to such an extent, it was clear that he couldn't cultivate his Purple Demon Eyes here. It seemed that if he were to stay here long-term, he would need to find a suitable place to cultivate.
The air was a bit cold, and just standing outside for a while made Tang San's clothes damp, forcing him to retreat back to his room. As he hesitated whether to continue cultivating for a while, a pounding on the door rang out.
"Tang San, are you up?" The voice was Tang Dragon's.
"I'm up," Tang San hurried to open the door. He saw Tang Dragon come in carrying a much larger food box compared to the one Tang Sweet Sweet had delivered yesterday.
