Ning Fan nodded his head but didn't ponder deeply.
After all, he was currently trapped in the back mountain, and if he couldn't break free, no matter how high his cultivation might reach in the future, it would all be in vain.
"Senior, you can't leave this part of the mountain; can you help us get out?" Ning Fan asked tentatively.
The Mountain Spirit shook its head, "If they break in here, I can indeed help you deal with them, but I am unable to leave, so if you want to leave the back mountain, you can only rely on yourself."
"However... I can help you increase your strength."
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan's spirits lifted immediately, "Senior, do you have a way?"
The Mountain Spirit beckoned with a single hand, and instantly strands of white mist began to float in the mountain air, converging in front of Ning Fan.
The white mist surged and astonishingly gathered into another faint human form.
"This is..."
Ning Fan's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the human form.
