As night fell, a torrential downpour suddenly descended.
Massive raindrops pounded the ground with force, sweeping across with an overwhelming force, stirring up splashes like a hanging galaxy.
Braving the rain, the people of Tingchao Dock returned triumphantly from the south of the city, each in different states.
Some were still full of fighting spirit, excitedly drinking and boasting about taking on ten foes single-handedly.
Some were seriously injured and went to lie down in the medical pavilion.
Others, unharmed, were exhausted in body and mind, merely wishing to rest as soon as possible.
Under the curtain of rain, a man and his dog quietly returned to Li Xingluo's cave dwelling.
Fang Zhixing sat down cross-legged and took out a pile of middle-grade Immortal Jade, and immediately began refining it.
Sssss~
In an instant, a large amount of white mist erupted from the middle-grade Immortal Jade, all of it Immortal Energy, thick and surging.
