It wasn't long before.
Tap, Tap—
A series of abrupt footsteps suddenly drew the attention of everyone present, as dozens and hundreds of gazes scattered toward the source of the sound.
Just one look.
The faces of the Chu Family members began to wildly contort.
In their line of sight,
a figure clad in a bright yellow immortal robe, almost indistinguishable from the True Teaching elder before them, was steadily approaching them.
Of course, who the comer was didn't matter, what mattered was the blood furnace—about one zhang in height—the figure was carrying in his hands.
"Tao Brother, the Chu Family indeed possesses such a blood furnace, just like the Li Family,"
the man in the yellow robe, Zhang Jing, spoke with a gentle tone.
"This trip has been quite arduous for you, fellow cultivator," the man in the blue robe, Zhang Jing, nodded with a smile.
