"Alright."
Xiong Ba nodded, feeling this was indeed a good method, and immediately sat cross-legged, facing Zhang Fan to discuss the Dao.
Time flew by, and before long, the sun rose in the east, and it was already past eight in the morning.
Rumble...
Above the East Suburban Cemetery, a mass of murky yin energy surged, transforming into a light and ethereal aura amidst the chanting of mystic incantations, floating in the air like a cloud, dispersing like an illusion.
"He... he really can... and he's much better than me..."
At this moment, Xiong Ba stood at a distance, staring blankly at Zhang Fan who was already in meditation, his eyes filled with an incredulous look. This man was indeed not deceiving him.
"Could it be that I am truly a genius, to achieve such remarkable results on the first attempt?"
