"Which ancestor in the sect is disciplining this humble Daoist?"
Bai Suixin recalled carefully and found that he often used the ancestors as an excuse—who knows which one might be displeased with him.
"No wonder the Heavenly Monarchs in the sect are powerless!"
"Senior Brother, mind your tongue. I'll go to Severing Heaven Blessed Land first; when I return, we will surround and wipe out the Four Demons."
Zhou Yi was just about to transform into escape light and fly off when he heard Bai Suixin say bashfully,
"Junior Brother Sun, is there any pill left?"
Having been tormented by the nightmare illusion for over a decade, suffered several Qi Cultivation mishaps and gone mad, Bai Suixin was on the verge of collapse. Now, after consuming a single pill, his mind was clear and his spirit refreshed, enjoying a pleasure unlike any before.
The taste was a bit odd, yet upon reflection, it actually had a unique flavor!
"..."
