The Golden Horned Flood Dragon immediately began to act.
Transforming into soul smoke, it carried the wax pill, carefully using soul fog to silently corrode the tree bark and create a small opening, then taking the wax pill inside.
Carefully mending the opening once more.
Inside, the expert of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect was sitting cross-legged with a piece of top-grade spirit jade in hand, entirely absorbed in meditation, with palms facing upwards, oblivious to the world.
In this place where disturbance was absolutely not a concern, he was fully engaged in channeling spiritual energy.
Absorbing the intensely rich spiritual energy of the mountain.
It was clear to see wisps of white mist-like spiritual energy being rapidly inhaled through his nose.
This person's cultivation was indeed swift.
Absorbing spiritual energy, reaching a certain level.
At least Fang Che was not at this level.
But now, Fang Che was ready for battle outside the tree hollow.
