In Cave Mansion No. 98, by the Outer Lake.
Hearing Yan Mingyi's words, Lin Changheng smiled. "That's right. As long as Xiaohai doesn't cause any trouble, with the Spirit Communication Pill, its advancement is basically a sure thing."
"That's wonderful," Yan Mingyi couldn't help but say.
"You have to work hard too. Don't let Xiaohai leave you in the dust."
Lin Changheng chuckled, looking at the female cultivator.
"Yes, I'll do my best."
Yan Mingyi nodded firmly.
...
Not long after, Lin Changheng got up, returned to his Seclusion Room, and immediately took out a fist-sized Flood Dragon Blood Fruit to consume.
The Flood Dragon Blood Fruit melted the moment it entered his mouth, but at the same time, an incredibly rich, coppery taste exploded on his palate.
The taste completely filled his mouth, his tongue, and even his sinuses.
For a moment, it was as if Lin Changheng had swallowed a large gulp of actual Flood Dragon Blood.
