Years passed in the blink of an eye during cultivation. Two fleeting years had gone by.
Qiongbi Peak.
The morning mist enveloped the entire mountain, and faintly within it, sounds of chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep could be heard.
"Little Blackie!"
At dawn, Ning Daoran gracefully approached the fish pond.
"Squeak squeak~~~"
The Big Black Fish instantly surfaced halfway out of the water, its black scales glinting faintly as it desperately showed off its cultivation progress to its master.
"Not bad."
Ning Daoran raised his hand and unsheathed his sword, slicing off several dozen pounds of Black Jiao meat from his storage bag and tossing it into the pond.
The Big Black Fish leapt into the air, opened its massive blood-red mouth, and with a loud "plop," swallowed the Black Jiao meat in one gulp, displaying a thoroughly satisfied expression.
"We're running low on Black Jiao meat."
Ning Daoran's smile gradually acquired a hint of menace.
"Squeak squeak squeak~~~"
