Han Li had been in the room for a day and a night. Although the Sect Master of the Daoist temple was an ordinary mortal, he was aware of some matters concerning the cultivators and had vaguely guessed Han Li's identity. Therefore, during this period, he did not let anyone disturb Han Li.
When Han Li finally opened his eyes in the room, a hint of disappointment showed on his face.
"The Cold Marrow's chill couldn't be integrated with the Purple Apex Flames at all. It seems that for now, it can only be used as a material. I should use it to refine the Snow Crystal Bead again," Han Li muttered helplessly. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and with a light "puff," a crystal-clear bead spurted out, hovering several feet in front of him.
Looking at the object before him, Han Li raised his hand, and the small bottle containing the Cold Marrow appeared in his palm.
