"Several Dao...Daoist Brothers, is...is it the seventh day now!" At this time, the young man tentatively asked.
The few of them were taken aback upon hearing this, lowered their heads without speaking. The scene suddenly fell silent, with an atmosphere heavy to the extreme. Their eyes were full of puzzlement, while also hiding a trace of envy.
After a long while, they finally heard Master Sanchuan speak, his voice somewhat heavy and hoarse:
"It is...the seventh day already!"
"Could it really be that a...Half-Step Golden Core is about to emerge?"
Hearing these four words, the few of them exchanged glances, and then looked at the vortex of spiritual energy that showed no signs of dissipating.
Clearly telling them the fact:
The newcomer is indeed about to condense a Half-Step Golden Core.
After pondering for a moment, Master Sanchuan patted his waist storage bag and took out a palm-sized, dark brown token.
