"Purple Jade Pill Furnace?"
Zhao Xingjin bolted away.
Looks like he's planning to fetch that so-called Purple Jade Pill Furnace.
Ye Liuyun didn't bother chasing him, just coldly watched the middle-aged man in front of him.
"Hmph!"
The other man, meeting Ye Liuyun's gaze, snorted, his face full of arrogant disdain.
"Just you wait. With the Patriarch and the Purple Jade Pill Furnace, you don't even stand a chance. Every single one of you will die here!"
A quality Spiritual Artifact really does make a huge difference for a Martial Artist.
Judging by the looks of it...
This Purple Jade Pill Furnace might really be something good.
"Is that so?"
Seeing the guy's expression,
Ye Liuyun just chuckled.
"It's a pity, though. That scene's one you'll never get to see!"
If he really wanted to give chase, Zhao Xingjin's speed was nothing—he could easily catch up. The only reason he didn't was pure curiosity about what this so-called Purple Jade Pill Furnace actually was.
