Inside the Bronze Divine Hall.
Xu Xuan sat cross-legged beneath the Bronze Tree, in front of him was a pill furnace burning with bright red flames as scorching as the sun, the energy firmly locked in without escape.
The item being roasted within the pill furnace was a strand of green light, an intangible green light.
From time to time, the green light transformed into a human face, pleading earnestly with Xu Xuan.
"Daoist Sect Leader, please spare my life, I am the Wind God, capable of hearing everything under the sky, and also capable of commanding fierce winds to slay enemies. Why not spare this one's life?"
Xu Xuan remained unmoved, even adding a lot of materials into the mix.
"Xu Xuan, I ****…" Seeing his pleas unsuccessful, the Wind God burst into a torrent of curses.
Xu Xuan turned a deaf ear, his rhythm undisturbed; he went about his business, not stopping for anyone's pleas or curses.
