Time passed like a swift shuttle, and three days flashed by.
Starry night.
On the window lattice of a room in the Pure Yang Daoist Palace, a bulky silhouette emerged.
Under the bright moon, a strange black cat with extended wings flew over the wall, soared past the treetops, glided down from the sky, and finally stood before the window lattice.
"Dad, I'm back~"
With a creak, the window was pushed open a crack, and the shadow swiftly shrank in size before deftly slipping in.
"Back already? How is my junior brother Qing Yunzi now?" Yi Chen didn't look up, continuing to write furiously, while hundreds of human figures appeared on the rice paper.
To the Taoist's left, a book named "Heavenly-Swallowing Demon God Qi" was flipping through its pages with no wind to assist.