Two months had passed since the Pills were sent out.
Bai Mo didn't know if the white-haired elder had received them, but based on his calculations, the man's Pill tasting convention shouldn't have started yet.
At most, it was the time when guests from afar would arrive early to visit one another and build connections.
While waiting for news, Bai Mo spent his days studying the Outer Pill and trying to coax some information out of the mad Cultivator in the black prison.
But the man was incredibly tight-lipped.
Normally, he was never idle, constantly looking for someone to preach his Immortal Ascension Skill to.
But when it came to things he didn't want to talk about, he wouldn't utter a single word.
'Of course, it's also possible he's genuinely forgotten. He might only remember when his mind is clearer.'
Frustrated, Bai Mo could only give up for the time being.
During these days, the only good news he received came from the six men he had hired.
"Oh!? They caught him?"
