Chu Yuan's eyes swept across the crowd. His expression was sullen and there was a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes. The moment the spiritual fire entered into Mo Wen's body, a bad feeling welled up inside of Chu Yuan.
The spiritual fire was the item that Lord Blood Soul had specifically asked for. If Chu Yuan returned empty-handed, he would certainly be punished, and it could even affect his standing in the Ghost Lair.
"Chu Yuan, if you are dissatisfied, you can go snatch the spiritual fire from Mo Wen's hands. You can go right now. Don't shirk away in the Four Guardians Light Shroud like a tortoise." Nangong Mingzhu laughed coldly as she looked at Chu Yuan. She had a mocking look in her eyes. She had not expected that Chu Yuan would still be thinking about the spiritual fire. He obviously did not understand how things worked here.
