Hong Yu looked at Chengyun Long with a smile. "Elder Cheng, are you convinced now?"
His smile was so innocent, so crystal clear.
But it was this seemingly ordinary smile that felt like an invisible palm slapping hard across Chengyun Long's face.
His old face twitched uncontrollably.
A disbelieving light flickered in his eyes.
He stared intently at the Three-Color Pill in Hong Yu's hand, desperately wanting to lie to himself and deny that it was a real Three-Colored Fetus Spirit Pill. But his reason told him this was the genuine article!
"Hm? Elder Cheng, why do you look so pale?" Hong Yu said with a grin.
Chengyun Long's face flushed and paled in turns, leaving him at a loss for words.
In contrast, Lantian Dou of the Spiritual Craftsman Guild was filled with amazement. He sized up Hong Yu from head to toe. Although his expertise was in the cultivation of an Artifact Spiritual Craftsman, his knowledge was the most extensive in the entire Spiritual Craftsman Guild.
