Watching the Wolf King leave, Qin Feiyang pondered for a moment, then swooped down, landed next to Yan Nanshan, and said, "Uncle Yan, I need your help with something."
"What is it?" Yan Nanshan was puzzled.
The disciples of the Holy Temple around him all looked at Qin Feiyang, some in fear, some in awe.
Qin Feiyang glanced at them and whispered, "I have a few pill fires; I need your help to erase the Blood Covenants within them."
"How many?" Yan Nanshan looked surprised and whispered, "Where are the pill fires?"
"In the ancient castle."
Qin Feiyang waved his hand and led Yan Nanshan into the ancient castle.
Fatty was still sorting medicinal herbs. Lu Hong and the Mountain Piercing Beast were in secluded cultivation.
Seeing Yan Nanshan come in, Fatty and Lu Hong immediately stood up and paid their respects.
"So many medicinal herbs?" Seeing the medicinal herbs strewn all over the floor, Yan Nanshan was dumbfounded. The air was filled with a rich medicinal fragrance.
