Two months later.
Blood Bone Island welcomed a guest.
It was none other than Yan Feng.
Compared to many years ago, his aura was more refined, and there was a touch of worldly calm in his expression, clearly reflecting a more stable position within his sect.
Inside Blood Bone Hall, the host and guest sat down.
The lingering fragrance of tea filled the hall.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, long time no see, I hope you're well," Xu Ping said with a bow and a smile.
"Thanks to Fellow Daoist Xu's blessings, everything is fine," Yan Feng replied, his smile warm and friendly.
The two exchanged pleasantries, and the atmosphere was congenial.
A moment later, Yan Feng assumed a more serious expression and took out a storage bag. "Fellow Daoist Xu, I'm relieved to say that the rare spiritual materials you entrusted to my sect to collect years ago have finally been gathered."
A flash of light appeared in Xu Ping's eyes as he took the storage bag, his divine sense probing inside like threads.
