Great Teacher Sun, I Want to Take You On as My Teacher. Are You Still Accepting Disciples?

In the sixth part of the canyon, ethereal white mist permeated the atmosphere, resembling strands of celestial qi.

"It should have ended, right?"

The fisherman shook his pole and caught a wild fruit from a tree, dragging it over. He then casually grabbed and bit down on it.

At their cultivation realms, absorbing nutrients from food was a very rare thing. At most, they were only satisfying their palate. The energy that they used for their cultivation was fully dependent on absorbing spirit qi.

Why would those places with dense spirit qi always have buildings like immortal palaces and manors? This was precisely the reason why.

"It should be about time!"

Sun Ming sighed. He was a good person, hence, he felt that since Sun Mo could enter here, Sun Mo must be an outstanding great teacher. If he died under Yue Changdao's broadsword, it would be a pity.

(I should have stopped it.)

Sun Ming felt vexed.