A quiet drip echoed through the cavern.
Qi mist swirled like a living thing.
Li Hao sat cross-legged at the centre of Spiritual Cave No. 7, the ground beneath him etched with faint, natural ice runes. Each breath he took drew in dense qi—far richer than anything he had experienced before.
"So, this is the inner sect…"
Behind him, the Frost Fang Wolf lay at the entrance, guarding silently.
Within his Soul Sea, the Earth Thunder Dragon coiled—its presence steady, restrained.
A soft glow appeared beside him.
The light fairy emerged first, hovering playfully.
"Master~ this place is amazing! The qi here is so pure!"
Moments later, the moon demon girl leaned lazily against his shoulder.
"You've been staring at the walls for hours," she said. "Planning something dangerous again?"
Li Hao opened his eyes, a faint smile forming.
"Always."