Fang Zhixing glanced at the ring and pondered, "Weakness has its advantages."
Xigou understood that the difficulty level of the tasks assigned by the ring was based on the owner's strength.
The avatars of the Heavenly People who were weak naturally did not need to undertake extremely dangerous mandatory tasks.
While they were casually chatting, the weather outside suddenly turned overcast.
A large swath of dark clouds enveloped the inn, dimming the light.
Fang Zhixing's eyebrows rose as he spoke, "Swamp Dharma King."
A voice laughed in response, "Fellow Daoist, I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
Fang Zhixing, remaining calm, gestured invitingly with his hand and smiled, "Please come in, Dharma King, and speak."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a shadowy figure passed through the roof, silently entering the room and hovering in front of Fang Zhixing.
The Swamp Dharma King bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist, we meet again. It seems you have successfully completed your task."