h he knew that Ye Zi Yu was Yu Xiao Qiao, not Ye Qian Xin's biological daughter, seeing this scene before him made him unable to help but feel admiration. 。Ye Ziyu was right. Within the Yuance Water M...A year had quickly come to an end. Lu Xia Tian sat still, as if Lü Song had just left moments ago.

At this time, a vortex appeared in the void. A figure walked out from within the vortex.

The visitor looked like Lu Song, yet also like a split image of him. At this time, with Lu Xiaotian separated by a restriction and unable to fully utilize his spiritual sense for observation, he couldn't be entirely sure if the other party was his true self or a clone.

"Fellow Daoist of the East, you are indeed composed. In a year's time, you haven't moved an inch." Lü Song looked at Lu Xiaodao with great interest.

"This place is quiet and undisturbed, perfect for meditation and cultivation. It seems Daoist Lu is in a good mood, has something to do with his Dao companion" Lu Xiaoxiao asked.

"Well, I suppose it's not so urgent anymore. How has Dongfang Daoist friend been progressing with the Heart Demon Pill" Lu Song asked.

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"It's alright, there are some promising signs, but with alchemy like this, no one can say for sure they have absolute certainty until the pill is actually refined." Lu Xiaodao said.

“Enough, this is the material for refining the Dao Heart Demon Pill. If you successfully refine it, bring it to me in exchange. I have a portion of the remains of a fourth-rank elixir saint spirit here.” Ye Song stretched out his palm, and the materials for refining the Dao Heart Demon Pill flew towards Lu Xiaottian.

Please note that "f the same rank, and his magical power was pure, already comparable to that of a late stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he still lacked a realm. If it came down to a direct confrontation without other me...