111 Disco Dancing Over A Grave

Still, his ascension was only to a small extent, Jiang He was slightly taken aback too, since it did not matter if soulless cultivation like this made him grandmaster.

What was there to be displeased about?

He took out another two walnuts and crunched them down.

Blended qi pellets for dinner and supper, and walnut for snacks.

"Maybe I could grow some fruits… and eat it before and after meals."

At that thought, Jiang He turned to look at Dumbo's grave.

Rustle.

A faint sound was audible from the grave.

Meow!!!

Trumbo's feline ears twitched even as it knelt in front of Dumbo's grave, trilling while its jet-black eyes palpated fear. Its black fur bristled and it promptly turned into a black blur as it darted inside Jiang He's arms, shuddering.

Jiang He: "…"

Does a rank-five Feral like you have to be that scared?

That sound was clearly Dumbo sprouting. It was not as if the corpse was coming back to life!