impossible not to produce waste."Several cultivators at the early stage of Qi refinement in the inn openly scoffed and sneered at each other."Ahem..."Lu Xiaotian opened the door. A stench of dampness... included. 。"The Yinyang Limping Monster, unwilling to fall behind, let out a cackling laugh." 。With a flicker of his form, he blocked the blue-clad middle-aged man who was trying to flee upon seeing...