Could it be him?

"One, two ..."

In the thatched cottage, Tang Hao was counting his immortal crystals.

Around him, immortal crystals piled up into a mountain, and each piece was enshrouded in a faint mist. This was the immortal Qi that was extremely dense and had turned into mist.

There were too many immortal crystals. The mist spread out and covered the entire thatched cottage.

Tang Hao felt as if he was in the clouds.

With a light sniff, the immortal energy surged and entered his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.

"It's simply a Fairyland!"

"Amazing!" Tang Hao exclaimed. He felt like he was floating.

This kind of feeling was simply too great!

"Fellow Daoist! Come!"

At this moment, the clone came in with a large basket filled with dazzling white immortal crystals.

Ding! Ding!

He tilted the basket and poured out all the shining white immortal crystals, which collided with each other and made a clear sound.