Cultivation knows no years, and in the blink of an eye, two years hurried by.
Qiongbi Peak.
The morning mist enveloped the entire mountain, and from within the mist, one could faintly hear the sounds of chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep.
"Little Blackie!"
Early in the morning, Ning Daoran drifted to the fish pond.
"Squeak, squeak~~~"
The Big Black Fish instantly emerged halfway out of the water, its black scales emitting a dim glow, desperately showing off its cultivation progress to its master.
"Not bad."
Ning Daoran lifted his hand to draw his sword, and from the Storage Bag, he chopped off several tens of jin of Black Jiao Meat and tossed it out.
The Big Black Fish leaped out of the water, opened its huge mouth, and with a "plop," swallowed the Black Jiao Meat in one gulp, then showed a deeply satisfied expression.
"There's not much Black Jiao Meat left," said Ning Daoran, his smile gradually revealing malice.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak~~~"
