Black Mountain Outer City, a remote courtyard of the Ji Family.
The torrential rain from last night had stopped, and raindrops were falling with a 'drip, drip' from beneath the old tree branches, splattering near Ji Han's pant legs.
Stepping on the moist muddy soil, Ji Han grunted twice, rolled up his sleeves, and awkwardly dug two pits in his courtyard, holding two Water and Fire Immortal Robes, each with one hand, and tossed them inside.
Then he filled the dirt heaps, clapping his hands, and smacked his lips in regret:
"Alas..."
"The Water and Fire Immortal Robes have tempered one's essence, muscles, and flesh to the pinnacle of mortals. If placed on a spirit creature, they would be invaluable supplements worth hundreds of taels!"
"But these two are human bodies, otherwise..."
Ji Han licked his lips, regret visible in his eyes.
Over the past month or so, fate turned, and his Martial Dao cultivation advanced rapidly.
