Time flew by, and two years passed in a blink.
This year, Ning Daoran turned sixty-five.
Though he still had the appearance of a young man, *he had undergone much tempering in his mental state, to the point where he often wanted to call himself 'this old man' whenever he met someone.*
Early morning, Qiongbi Peak.
Amid the clouds and mist, spiritual energy gathered thickly between the mountain peaks.
Ning Daoran wore a deep blue Outer Elder's robe. He truly liked this outfit—just wearing it made him feel far superior to those rustic Outer Disciples.
Backyard, fish pond.
"Little Blackie!"
"Squeak squeak~~~"
At the loud shout, that enormous black fish jumped out from the water.
Its body was now almost ten meters long, yet it still remained a late First-tier Demon Beast—a literal oversized salted fish.
Ning Daoran glanced at his Storage Bag and took out the last piece of black Jiao meat.
This piece of black Jiao meat weighed only ten pounds; it was the final piece.
"Catch!"
