This voice came out suddenly, startling Fang Lin.
"Who's that? Who's speaking?" Fang Lin looked around, but couldn't see anything. The followers of the Purple Mist Sect around him looked panicked.
"Did you forget who I am, after locking me up in that Pill Furnace?" The voice rang out again, somewhat coldly.
At these words, Fang Lin immediately understood. It was the voice of the Old Dried Corpse Demon Saint!
Thinking of this, Fang Lin broke out in a cold sweat. Had the Old Dried Corpse awoken from his slumber? Had his intellect been restored? And he hadn't even noticed a thing.
If the Old Dried Corpse harbored ill-intentions, Fang Lin probably wouldn't even know how he died.
"Boy, I only have a brief period of lucidity. Promise me one thing, and I will resolve the present situation," the Old Dried Corpse Demon Saint said.
Fang Lin thought to himself, "What condition?"
"Make me a Nirvana Pill," the Old Dried Corpse spoke.
