ang Si is a congenital eighth-rank martial artist! With one move, Fang Yu will surely be seriously injured!“Kid, this is your last chance. Tell me the truth, who sent you here, and what is your purpos...Everyone's face was grim.

Because, Lin Batian's laughter was obviously a mocking laugh.

In such a solemn occasion, whatever his reason for laughing, it felt out of place and unsettling.

"Young friend, what are your thoughts Feel free to share them." Elder Yuqing frowned and spoke.

Lin Batian looked at Elder Yu Qing and smiled faintly, "It might be hurtful to say it out loud. Are you sure you want me to"

"Hurt someone It's fine, just say it." Elder Yuqing squeezed out a smile, which, when paired with her tightly furrowed brows, made her expression particularly odd.

"Well, let me be straight," Lin Batten said, looking at the alchemy furnace. "This pill of yours isn't even top-grade."

At the sound of this, the people around looked at Lin Baitian as if he were an idiot.

Such a rich aroma of medicine pervades the entire hall.

If this isn't considered top-grade, then what kind of elixir would be considered top-grade really took the other people around them aback. 。Although they had never met Lin Baitian, they only saw him as a bodyguard and didn't take him seriously. 。Tang Xiaorou, sitting beside Fang Yu, kept...