A month passed, at Xuandan Palace.
In a certain practice room, Shen Long sat cross-legged on a red cushion, his gaze fixed on the Qianyang Cauldron in front of him.
After a while, Shen Long shifted his spell, withdrew the Qinglian True Flame, and opened the cauldron lid.
He walked up to look inside and saw twenty-four red pills the size of dragon eyes, each with seven Dao Pill lines; these were Seventh Grade Dao Pills.
He wanted to exchange insights on refining Dao Pills with other Dan Masters, so his alchemy level needed to be high enough.
Shen Long took out a palm-sized red gourd, stored these Seventh Grade Dao Pills, and stood up to leave.
He went to the main hall, found Zhang Yunzhan, and asked him to take him to see Zhang Liwu.
Before long, Shen Long met Zhang Liwu in a small courtyard.
Zhang Liwu, along with a full-figured woman in a red dress, was sitting in a green stone pavilion, chatting idly.
