(It's Monday again, so I'm doing my best to ask for recommendation votes. I have to trouble all of you at a time like this, but it's the new book release period, which is absolutely crucial. Though I'm surrounded by a pack of wolves all clamoring for votes, I still sincerely ask everyone to please support Holy Hall this week!)
Zhou Feng was gleefully fiddling with his Pill Furnace, which was piled high with ingredients. He wiped the furnace down, completely absorbed and looking utterly content.
Suddenly, Wang Meng saw a reflection of himself in Zhou Feng. His own pursuit of cultivation was much the same—full of joy. He had to admit that since the fusion, his personality had undergone some undeniable changes, but his fundamental approach to people and events hadn't changed.
The power of the Godhood receded like the tide. Wang Meng fell back onto his bed and slept soundly.
