On the other side, Li Zhoujun arrived at the Immortal Medicine Sect, ready to take Zhen Yunzi back to the Dao Heaven Immortal Palace.

As soon as Li Zhoujun arrived, he found Zhen Yunzi comfortably seated on a chair by the spiritual medicine field, holding a cup of spiritual tea brewed from the tea leaves grown in the field.

The burly Xiong San was massaging Zhen Yunzi's shoulders with a playful grin, asking, "Old sir, how's the pressure?"

"Not bad, not bad, a bit more strength," Zhen Yunzi said, comfortably squinting his eyes.