After Baiyu tidied up his room a bit, he prepared to make the Daoist Temple his home.
Seven days.
In the blink of an eye, they would pass.
As long as those cultivators didn't come looking for him, he wouldn't have any problems. Of course, he also needed to be wary of any issues within this Daoist Temple.
Baiyu's intuition over the years told him.
There were significant problems within the Daoist Temple, and that old monk was definitely not simple.
Night quickly descended.
After Baiyu had a light dinner, he prepared to go to bed, because in this Profound Origin Realm, the Spiritual Qi was thin, and cultivating would be useless.
Besides.
Baiyu was already at a bottleneck.
And the opportunity for breakthrough that Alfred mentioned had yet to arrive, and Baiyu didn't believe those silly prophecies.
However, behind Alfred was the Scar God.
This fellow.
Was still trustworthy.
