Late at night.
The temperature in the shantytown continued to drop.
Pedestrians on the road almost disappeared, resembling a scene of deathly silence.
Few loose cultivators dared to walk around in the middle of the night.
After all, they needed to guard against the dreadful demons emerging from the depths of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range.
This made the shantytown a bit jumpy during this period.
However, all of this had little to do with Jiang Fan.
With the protection of many exorcism talismans, ordinary demons dared not enter his home.
This counted as a rare safe haven in the shantytown.
At this moment.
Inside the wooden house, in the practice room.
Jiang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, taking out a jade bottle from his storage bag.
Inside was spiritual liquid.
Just a single drop, but it was worth three hundred Spirit Stones, truly expensive.
Only the wealthy could afford it.