"The senior is a bit sensitive and not easy to deal with."
Brother Wu didn't know the origins of the one living in the tree stump, nor did he know much about events from a thousand years ago. It required further investigation.
Bai Mo said, "If we use the scraps from the old man's soul-summoning banner as the main ingredient, we can definitely succeed in our Alchemy!"
"The only problem is how to please him. That's a profound art in itself."
Bai Mo looked at Brother Wu. In this regard, the disciples of Divine Dao Mountain were the true experts.
Brother Wu smiled smugly, already understanding Bai Mo's meaning.
"Don't worry, I have my ways."
He mulled it over for a moment, considering the situation in Immortal Arrival City, before saying:
"Just build a small temple for the old timer."
"It doesn't need to be tall. Just place it next to the tree stump, a bit shorter than the stump itself, so that passing Cultivators can see it."
