Cave Cultivation

Xu Feng's contented sigh reverberated through the surreal space as he rubbed his overstuffed belly. His gaze drifted off into the distant, beautiful landscape, lost in thought. It was a rare moment of tranquility, with Xu Hu Zhe having fallen asleep, his face nearly planted into the remnants of their meal.

As soon as Xu Feng turned off feast mode, the remaining food on the makeshift table disappeared into thin air, as if consumed by some unseen force. It appeared that Dong Yang, the oh so scary spectral figure, had chosen to hoard the "tribute" that had been offered to him.

A small, mischievous smile tugged at Xu Feng's lips as he observed the peculiar behavior of the Xuan Ancestor. Even ghosts, he mused, could show endearing qualities.