บท 413: Time Is Like A River, It Flows Unceasingly Without Rest

Bei Feng set his porridge to boil. In no time, a bowl of fragrant porridge was finished.

Mystic One's injuries had almost fully recovered. If Mystic One had not acted quickly enough and used her ultimate technique, forming a defensive ball around her body with her whip, she would have lost her life directly back then.

As for Bai Xiang, he didn't suffer any heavy injuries. His skin and muscles were extremely tough in the first place since he'd reached the late stage Xiantian level in both body cultivation and Qi refinement. His strength was nothing to scoff at, and just the shock wave from a blast was naturally unable to hurt him much.

"Meep, meep!"

The little fox followed the fragrance and walked in with its own bowl in its mouth. With a light jump, it leaped onto the table and sat down obediently.

The Cerberus also tried to squeeze into the villa. But with a stern stare from Bei Feng, it could only lie down quietly outside.