Having discarded the heaviness in their hearts, they returned to the residential area. However, Xiao Han still had a nagging question— who had thrown the Demon Pill and who ultimately benefited from it?
Because of the Flood Dragon's appearance, nobody knew the identity of that person, but it was certain that the one who ended up with the Demon Pill was definitely no good.
Setting up such a deadly trap, luring so many powerful beings, and even getting the Flood Dragon involved, that person was certainly no ordinary individual.
Regrettably, no one knew that person's identity or the whereabouts of the Demon Pill. However, Xiao Han had a feeling that this individual would definitely be a disaster in the future.
It was his intuition, and Xiao Han had great faith in his intuition.
But for now, there was nothing he could do—if the other party didn't show themselves, Xiao Han was helpless.
A soft body burrowed into the bed, and it was Vermilion Bird.
