At this moment, Lin Zheyuan was already holding a wooden bucket filled with chicken bones, returning to his room.

"Hurry, help me find it, where's the chicken bone that Li Zhoujun spat out!" Lin Zheyuan said urgently.

Thinking about how he was about to seize Li Zhoujun's body and become an unparalleled prodigy, Lin Zheyuan couldn't help but feel excited.

"What's the rush?" the old demonic cultivator snorted.