'Could it be that Elder Duan actually knows some secret technique?'
Many of the Lu Clan's people pondered inwardly.
After all, it was shocking enough that Elder Duan became a grade one alchemist at such a young age. On top of that, he could also refine pills with 97% purity.
A pill with such purity was heaven-defying!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Duan Ling Tian ignored Cheng He. His gaze landed on the red-clad woman beside him, and he asked in an extremely gentle voice, "Tian Wu, who injured you?" A hint of wrath could be heard in his otherwise gentle voice.
Feng Tian Wu's heart skipped a beat when she heard the anger in his voice. The frost on her face dissipated a little.
Her gaze instantly shifted to that green-clad middle-aged man standing in the distance.
The green-clad middle-aged man stood behind Cheng He like a shadow.
