The supervisor's aura?
Xu Qian was taken aback, but before he could ask anything, yang qianhuan disappeared from his sight. Immediately after, the desolate chirping of birds outside disappeared.
Then, the back of the white-robed sorcerer returned to the cabin. He still had his back to Xu Qi 'an, but his head was lowered, as if he was looking at something in his hand.
"Teacher sent me the reborn pill." Yang qianhuan's voice was filled with confusion.
"Reborn pill?" Xu Qi 'an asked in return.
"Oh, do you know the classical story of a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon?" Yang qianhuan said.
"Breaking out of the cocoon to become a butterfly is not an allusionary story. It's an old routine story, as familiar as the story after the rain. Senior brother yang, please get straight to the point." Xu Qian waved his hand and interrupted yang qianhuan.
Yang qianhuan's posturing was cowardly and boring.
