Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, Qianyang Realm, Spirt Control Sect.
The doors to a practice room opened, and Shen Long walked out, having concocted a batch of fifth-grade elixirs, with as many as a hundred Seven-Treasure Glaze Pills.
With so many Seven-Treasure Glaze Pills, the Spirt Control Sect would not suffer a gap in its ranks, ensuring a steady emergence of Soul Transformation Cultivators. Shen Long could now ascend to the Realm of the Spiritual Pivot with peace of mind.
He stepped out to find Shen Hai seated in a stone pavilion, savoring tea.
Shen Long took out a red Messaging Plate, imbued a spell into it, and said, "Changfeng, come to Golden Roc Peak. Your master has something to tell you."
"Yes, Master."
Su Changfeng readily agreed.
Shen Long put away the Messaging Plate and sat down in the stone pavilion, while Shen Hai brewed tea once again.
