Zhao Feng was even more curious about Xu Fu.
This first alchemist of the Qin Royal Palace.
What was his fate?
"Poisoning me, do they still wish to live?"
"A year ago they were dismembered." Ying Zheng coldly said.
Although he was approachable in front of Zhao Feng, he was undeniably a king, the future Emperor Qin Shi Huang.
The majesty of a king, who dares to provoke it?
"Good riddance."
"These alchemists deserved to die." Zhao Feng immediately nodded, but then his tone shifted: "However, I heard that there was an alchemist named Xu Fu at the original Elixir Hall; did he also die?"
"He has not yet returned."
"Once he returns, I will not let him die easily." Ying Zheng coldly said.
"He is not in the Royal Palace?" Zhao Feng was taken aback.
"I originally placed great trust in this Xu Fu; he claimed he could make the Immortality Elixir for me, but he needed to search overseas for traces of the Penglai Immortal Island."
