Flying

Within the stone room.

A human and a cat sat on the ground, cultivating. Half a day later, the flask brewed another batch of alcohol, which gave off a spiritual smell.

Although it hadn’t become Spiritual-grade alcohol, through Zhao Feng’s left eye, he could still tell that the alcohol could improve the bodies of those that were at the Ascended Realm.

He also found that the longer the flask brewed the alcohol, the higher the grade of the alcohol would be and it even had the chance of creating true Spiritual alcohol. But this process would need around one month.

Zhao Feng and the little thieving cat had made a deal to split 50-50. The little thieving cat’s desire towards the alcohol had almost reached the level of his desire for treasure.

After that, the human and cat cultivated quietly in the stone room.

Zhao Feng was consolidating his cultivation while trying to draw out more potential from the mysterious liquid.