In the next moment, a flash of silver and black light appeared in front of Han Li, as the small black mountain and the Silver Fire Bird both shrank to a miniature size and emerged.
With a sweep of his sleeves, they immediately disappeared without a trace.
Originally, the over a hundred strands of azure light from the flying swords that were intertwined with the elderly man with the surname Yan's Daoist paper talismans, also emitted a clear cry and shot backward to withdraw.
With a shimmering in the void, these flying swords instantly returned to Han Li's side and transformed into small fish-like sizes, merging into his body.
Even the small yellow cauldron, which floated motionlessly in the air due to the loss of its owner, was grabbed and pulled into his hand.
