"For the next ten days, stay in the same particle state." Zhao Fan entered his dormitory with a thought, and his voice echoed in everyone's ears, "I will retreat for a while."

This time, the real harvest is not the Life Flower, but the Daozang of the peak tribe!

…

In a quiet room.

The one-page book appeared in Zhao Fan's hand, and then he said with some embarrassment: "Senior Beast God...I'm sorry, I can only know everything in it myself."

He and the Beast God only share a perspective, but their consciousness is relatively independent.

The Beast God doesn't know what Zhao Fan is thinking. This "Bibo Dao Zang" is triggered by consciousness and directly imported into the memory, so the Beast God will not know the contents.

But Zhao Fan felt that even if this kind of selfishness was passive, he still felt guilty.

The Beast God said nonchalantly: "Little guy, don't worry about me, this is your opportunity. Moreover, although I am curious, I know what should be known and what should not be known, otherwise I will harm you."

"Um."

Zhao Fan felt no burden, so he released his consciousness and touched the four words "Bi Bo Tao Zang" on a page of the book.

The next moment.
Chapter completed!