A year's time can seem fast or slow.
For a cultivator in closed-door training, it flies by in the blink of an eye.
But for Chen Jiuge, who couldn't cultivate, it was like each day lasted an eternity.
Playing landlord, Da Bai had lost all its White Spirit Stones and now owed an amount that would keep it laboring ceaselessly for the next hundred years. Chen Jiuge didn't have the heart to call it over anymore.
None of the other Spiritual Beasts seemed interested either. Silver King was immersed in a massage group made up of a hundred beautiful women. Ming Snake and Bali spent every day fighting outside the city. Ao Yi was hiding in his room, and no one knew what he was doing. Meanwhile, Black Eye, concerned that the clan members in Eden Garden might not be performing their duties adequately, had returned after the month of rewards concluded.
