"Daoist, you..."
"What's wrong? Isn't this from the Mystic Sect?"
Looking at the tattered corpse on the ground, Linglong swallowed her words and pinched the formula, silently releasing a beam of light from the Thousand-Petal Screen, sweeping up the head.
"She hasn't formed her Nascent Soul yet, but she's close, and her heart is full of unresolved grievances—a body full of evil fire that can still be put to use. What do you want in exchange?"
"Do you still have Healing Pills? I'm also out of clothes..."
With his clothes burned off entirely, Huangfu Yi rummaged through the Iron Plate of the Sword Sect and only found a Blood Clothes—probably something Zhang San had taken from a murder victim. But it was better than being naked, so he wore it.
"Elixirs and Vestment robes are not in shortage, but the scent of the Purple Sun Mushroom is quite strong. Perhaps you'd better switch to a fresh-keeping box?"
