"So extremely small."
"Almost an impossible matter."
"Yet it has happened to this old man."
Within Huomaishan Mountain,
a red-haired elder closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, with the aura of the Peak of Foundation Building spreading without any restraint.
"Fortunately, even so, this old man was prepared."
"Brother Chengye, may your journey be smooth."
His gaze revealed a cold sharpness.
"So what if he has the Xiantian Sword Body?"
"A dead genius is no longer a genius!"
"And this old man, in this critical moment of dire peril for Xuetu Hall's towering ambition, is the most likely person in the sect to form a Golden Pill. Without solid evidence, could the ancestors really kill me?"
"Even if I were to be killed, this old man would have no regrets!"
Zhou Kunlong showed a determined look.
"Without the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit seventeen years from now, my chances of forming a Golden Pill are less than 10%. It's just a matter of dying sooner rather than later!"
