A quarter of an hour later.
Zhang Xiaohao stood up from the ground, took off his clothes, and jumped into the river for a cold bath.
He put on a coarse cloth garment and sat down by the shore.
With a flick of his hand, he took out some food and began to eat.
A while later, Zhang Xiaohao was full.
With a flick of his hand, he took out the remaining half of the Xuan Dog Puppet, the storage bag of Teng Muci, and Ye Wufa's Magic Artifact Gold Brick.
Putting aside the half of the Xuan Dog Puppet and the low-grade Magic Artifact Gold Brick, Zhang Xiaohao picked up Teng Muci's storage bag, swept over it with his Divine Thought, and began to refine it using hand seals.
An hour passed.
"Phew!" Zhang Xiaohao exhaled a breath of foul air.
"The person is already dead, but I didn't expect his storage bag to be so difficult to refine!"
