His voice was like thunder, each word landing with immense weight. Zhao Dong stood his ground like an immovable war god.
"Scram!"
"You... you just wait!"
Xiang Chengfeng was already scared witless. The moment Zhao Dong gave the word, he wouldn't have dared to linger for a second longer. Spitting one last threat, he helped the bloodied Xue Tu to his feet, and they staggered away.
"And you? You're not leaving?" Zhao Dong's sharp, tiger-like gaze pierced Qing Yu.
Qing Yu clenched her jaw and sighed, preparing to leave. But just then, her eyes suddenly darted toward the basement.
"Is this... the scent of a Spirit Pill?"
Looking at Zhao Dong with astonishment, she said, her voice filled with disbelief, "You... you actually refined a Spirit Pill?"
"None of your business," Zhao Dong replied coolly.
A wave of profound shock washed over Qing Yu's stunned features.
"How is this possible? Even a three-star Alchemist can't refine a Spirit Pill. How could you?"
