The Tai Ji Wooden Stick was on its last breath, its black and white faces at both ends had become as thin as paper. The patterns on the staff had almost completely disappeared, leaving only a few remnants.
Having survived a catastrophe, it completely calmed down.
Faced with Li Fan's Xuan Huang shadow feeding it, it was desperately eager. It even showed a face of flattery.
Only after a satisfying meal did it slowly recover, but it did not remain honest for long.
Just three days later, the Tai Ji Wooden Stick relapsed.
Having already realized Li Fan's formidable strength, this time it did not choose to attack him again. Instead, it leapt directly off the ship, fleeing towards the source of the "scent" it sensed earlier in the Dao Yan.
Without noticing at all, the Xuanhuang Immortal Boat was closely following behind.
