Pi Junzi had been lying on the ground in his original rodent state. Slowly, he opened his eyes and came to. He raised his head and looked at Miao Yi, hiding a bitter smile in his eyes. Until now, he still hadn’t figured out what sort of frightening arts the other party was using.
His body glowed with a white light, and he turned into that skinny, shifty-eyed, moustached man once more.
Stretching his curled body, he stood back up as he tried to get his bearings. Then, he greeted Miao Yi respectfully, “Great Immortal.”
Miao Yi lightly nodded, “Two months have passed. Tell me the approximate location of the Bejeweled Nectar Conclave.”
“Two months have passed?” Pi Junzi was taken aback. He didn’t think that he had been unconscious for so long. Facing Miao Yi’s cold glance, he couldn’t help but tremble a little deep down. He didn’t dare keep anything a secret. Immediately, he knelt on the ground, using his fingers to draw out a map in the soil and highlighted a certain area.
