Li Zongyuan worriedly looked at the cultivation room’s door. Twenty-six days had gone by, but Xu Yangyi still hadn’t appeared. The Fasting Capsules also should’ve been finished, right?

What the heck is Master doing inside?

A little jittery, he paced back and forth at the door, and Zhang Gongchang grabbed a newspaper and laughed, “Fellow Daoist, you don’t need to be worried. In my opinion, Fellow Daoist Xu is cultivating an arcane effort.” 

“Yes, while I carefully noticed that Fellow Daoist Xu’s appearance was unsightly the last time he came out, his spirit wasn’t the least bit crestfallen. Among those who cultivate, do any emerge from seclusion looking good? Fellow Daoist, your anxiety is unnecessary.” Li Mu looked at his cell phone as he laughed.

“Fellow Daoist Xu is a smart, talented man.” Wang Chunlai laughed as he consoled Li Zongyuan. “Fellow Daoist Li, really, you don’t need to be too worried. If my guess isn’t off, I’m afraid that the three of us all together aren’t Fellow Daoist Xu’s opponent. It’s not a question with this level of talent that he’ll advance into the middle stage in a decade.”

Li Zongyuan glanced somewhat impatiently at the several people. He wasn’t supposed to be nervous? His prime essence had Xu Yangyi’s drop of blood in it! If something happened to Xu Yangyi, he...