The cave hadn't been inhabited for many years, carrying a stench.
Zhao Yunshan felt helpless, but relying on someone else meant he should have the attitude of relying on someone else. The old man was willing to take him in, which was already a favor for all the things he had done for him over the years.
The Senluo Demon Sect was not a good place. In his current state, besides people from Jianghu, he also needed to be cautious of those in the same sect.
He did not want his own Blood Qi to become the Senluo Demon Qi nurtured by others.
The cave was somewhat cold, which made his weakened Qi and blood uncomfortable. Instinctively, he sat in the sunlight and slowly closed his eyes.
...
The daylight in spring was still somewhat short; just at dusk, faint starlight began to emerge.
Zhao Yunshan swallowed an elixir, and within him, the flow of his Qi and blood roared, sounding like waves crashing against the shore.
