Next day, early morning.
Zhang Fan awoke from his sleep and slowly opened his eyes, the sound of an argument from downstairs next door quietly entered his ears, accompanied by hurried breathing.
"The bigger the pipe, the more water comes out; if your pipe is too small, you can't blame them for not having water."
A woman's voice filled with resentment sounded, accompanied by silent breaths.
After devouring the Evil Gods, Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit became even stronger than before, with his six senses becoming increasingly keen, even able to clearly hear the private conversations behind closed doors of other couples.
"The Primordial Spirit is indeed marvelous."
Zhang Fan felt the changes within himself; after strengthening the Primordial Spirit, he found his physique revealing many mysteries, with his True Yang becoming increasingly dense and intense. Many pieces of knowledge, experience, and Daoist Skill even emerged in his mind.
