One stick of incense later.
Headquarters of the Black Dragon Gang.
Inside a room with a tiger-skin carpet, Xuu Dalong sat cross-legged. Threads of Spiritual Qi gathered from all directions, inhaled through his nostrils, finally merging into pure True Essence within the Dantian Divine Sea.
"Xuu Dalong, not bad. In just a few months, your cultivation has reached the Void Transformation Third Layer."
A voice, seemingly half-smiling, suddenly resounded in his ear.
"Who?!"
Instantly, Xuu Dalong's mind tightened, and he abruptly opened his eyes to look.
The door had silently opened at some point, and a figure in white, as dazzling as snow, with an unmatched handsome face, was calmly gazing at him.
"Third Young Master?!"
Xuu Dalong's expression relaxed, and he quickly stood up, saying, "Third Young Master, you came. Why not give a heads-up so I can have the servants prepare a feast?"
