Wang Dali, now also at the Nascent Soul Stage, capable of Skyflight, flew down from Hanging Mountain and saw Wang Xiaoqiang weakly lying in a woman's arms. He asked worriedly, "Little Qiang, are you injured? Are you okay?"
Wang Xiaoqiang shook his head and said, "Brother, I'm fine," then pointed to the Demon Spirit and said, "Look at him, doesn't he look a lot like me?"
Wang Dali gazed at the Demon Spirit, showing a strange expression on his face, and said, "Yes, very much alike. Who is he?"
Wang Xiaoqiang smiled and said, "He is an Ancient Demon's Spirit, my brother, so now you have another brother. Are you happy?"
"Of course I'm happy." Wang Dali grinned, looking carefree.
"Alright, let's go back to the Hanging Mountain together for a celebration," said Wang Xiaoqiang.
With that, everyone flew to Hanging Mountain. Wang Xiaoqiang ordered food and wine to be served. Soon, the dishes were on the table, nine dishes and one soup, ten in total, remarkably sumptuous.
