He Lan Tianxia

Over the next few days, the Pavilion Master focused on his training. The cloth bag also had remarkable endurance, keeping its opening tightly closed. It was just a mystery where it managed to produce fruit for the Pavilion Master to eat.

On the second night, the sect leader suddenly produced more than a dozen snow lotus flowers from his sleeve, each emitting a faint fragrance. The sect leader simply sat upright and continued his practice, as if these snow lotus flowers had nothing to do with him.

The fragrance grew stronger and stronger, which was undoubtedly a fatal temptation for the cloth bag. Especially when it discovered that the rope had long since loosened its restraints on the pavilion master, who was now wholeheartedly lying on an ice lotus flower, gulping in profound energy, the cloth bag began to be distracted.

The cloth bag had unknowingly loosened its first line of defense! Heaven knows, if it were to be immersed in the profound energy for a few days, it would probably be much stronger than if it cultivated alone for a month. Moreover, such an opportunity was extremely rare.

The bag hesitated for a moment, and the opening loosened slightly. But it dared not be careless, not even for a second. It immediately tightened the opening again, suppressing any lingering hope it had had.

No, it's too dangerous. If he gets away, the Demon Lord can destroy him. The bag calmed down again after thinking about it, weighing the pros and cons. Its life seemed more important than advancing in rank.

Two more days passed, and the rope, lying on the snow lotus, had long since regained its youthful glow. It seemed the mystical energy was quite effective after all. The cloth bag looked at the rope with a mixture of envy and jealousy. Why? We were all carrying out the Demon Lord's mission, yet you could enjoy such perks without hesitation, while I couldn't…

Hmm? That's not right. Wasn't it supposed to be binding the Pavilion Master's hands? How could it have secretly untied them? Two days, no, two and a half days, meaning the Pavilion Master's hands have been unbound for two and a half days. Unbound, yet he didn't run away or attack me? The bag glanced at the Pavilion Master's sleeping appearance, its mind filled with doubt. It reminded itself once again not to make any rash moves.

Every other day, several more snow lotus flowers sprouted from the sleeves of the Pavilion Master's robes. The fragrance of the cloth bag grew richer and richer. This alluring fragrance made the cloth bag's calm aura almost uncontrollable. The cloth bag began to breathe with its body. Ah, so comfortable. Once you inhale this kind of mysterious energy, it's like being addicted to a drug. So let's inhale more.

Look, it's been almost half a day and the Pavilion Master hasn't moved; it's been almost a day and the Pavilion Master still hasn't moved; it's been a day and a half and the Pavilion Master still hasn't moved. It seems I was overthinking it. Is this Pavilion Master so engrossed in creating the Ice Lotus that he's forgotten where he is?

Who cares? Let's live for today, for tomorrow we may die. If we miss this opportunity, we probably won't encounter such a good thing again in our entire lives in the Demon Tower.

Seeing the rope's ease, the bag opened its mouth wide without realizing it... At this moment, an ice lotus flower fell out from the pavilion master's sleeve and landed right on the bag's mouth. The bag's large opening couldn't be closed for a moment, and then a figure bumped into the bag's opening with a thud.

The bag sensed something was wrong and immediately tried to close its mouth, but the pile of snow lotus flowers was even faster, crashing into its mouth with a series of cracking sounds. It was caught off guard; its mouth couldn't close anymore, and the snow lotus flowers were hitting its teeth. Before the bag could react, the Pavilion Master had already leaped to its mouth.

"Thump." The Pavilion Master didn't rush out of the sack; instead, he bumped into it again. Hmm, what's going on? Didn't he already seize the best opportunity?

"Hmph." The cloth bag chuckled. "You think I'm a vegetarian?"