Although Xiaoqian Mountain was a gathering place for individual cultivators, it was difficult for early-stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivators to survive here, and the mid-stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivators made up the majority of the population.
However, there were now early-stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivators on each peak.
"Old Gu Zi, you can't keep doing this."
Jiang Ming was at the door of a simple and crude little courtyard.
"I know, I know." Old Gu Zi was hunched and had a head full of white hair. Only fifteen years had passed. However, he seemed to have aged thirty years. His clothes were extremely worn out, and he looked like he was dying. His eyes were dull and lifeless.
"Please give me ten more days! Just ten days," Old Gu Zi begged.