This was the best antidote for his recent frustrations.
Trembling, he walked toward the cauldron and continued to ignite the flames.
"If that brat Ye Chen returns one day and finds out that the Medical God sect is gone, he'll probably be very disappointed in me. No matter what, I have to give it my all in the competition the day after tomorrow!"
…
At the same time, in the red mansion in the Land of Slaughter, an old man sat cross-legged.
What was different from Duan Huai An was that there were ten cauldrons floating around this old man!
Flames condensed in his hand and instantly devoured all of the cauldrons, and it seemed that everything around him was under his control.
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes and sneered, "Open!"
A violent wind blew, fanning the flames. When the cauldron was opened, countless medicinal herbs were swept up by the wind and entered the cauldron, which then closed.
