"My dear boy's cultivation has gotten so much stronger, but he's still not ready to be eaten yet!"
Wan'Er gazed at the departing car and murmured, her eyes glinting with excitement, "I'm so looking forward to him growing up a little faster. After all, I'm getting impatient!"
"Ah Shan, do you think there's a good way we can make him stronger?"
"Sigh... Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. Let's go find that old geezer!"
After Wan'Er said this, Ah Shan strode off into the distance like a shooting star. Within a few breaths, he had vanished from sight.
Just after Wan'Er and Ah Shan departed, the space beside Wang Long's corpse began to twist and distort. An instant later, another figure appeared.
The newcomer wore a green robe, his salt-and-pepper hair draped casually over his back. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, but his eyes were bright and full of spirit, and his face was ruddy with health.
