One week later.
Zhang Xiaohao and Zhang Jing were lying in the swimming pool, soaking in the hot spring.
In front of them was a square table formed by the gathering of nature's spiritual energy.
The table was filled with various foods, along with some wine and beverages.
"Brother Xiaohao, where are we now?" Zhang Jing took a sip of red wine and asked.
"We're now in the True Spirit Realm. Unlike the Spirit Realm, the True Spirit Realm is inhabited by true spirits. If you encounter people from other races, they are those whose cultivation is through the roof; otherwise, if you meet one, kill one!" Zhang Xiaohao explained with a laugh.
"Brother Xiaohao, what is a true spirit?" Zhang Jing asked, looking curious.
