When it came to Gu Xi, the black fog did not even come forward to fight. To be more precise, it was scared off. It was fine if it was like this, but it was still such a crushing defeat.
The life essence that had been swallowed earlier had been stolen by Gu Xi. It could only be described with one word: 'miserable'.
Looking at the small ball of black fog on Han Tian's cauldron, it was a problem whether it could condense into a proper pill aura. Baizhi, who was still refining her pill, could not help but raise her eyes to look at Gu Xi when she noticed the movement here.
"It's our fault for not recognizing true talent. It turns out that the real bigwigs use newbie cauldrons to refine pills."
"Is that possible? Although this cauldron looks similar to a newbie cauldron, it actually has a huge origin."
