"What if I were to say 'no'?" Han Li asked calmly, unfazed.
"Fellow Daoist, having returned from overseas, you shouldn't be so ungrateful! No matter how valuable a treasure, it's useless if you fall here." The Foreign Race in the red light chuckled.
"You don't intend to attack me, do you? The Jiaochi Clan's pursuers are everywhere; do you really want to become their captive along with me?" Han Li's voice sank, his face turning cold as ice.
Upon hearing these words, the Foreign Race in the red light furrowed his brows. But then he suddenly flipped a hand, revealing a small crystal-clear bottle, held before him, letting Han Li see it clearly.
Inside the bottle, a pill, blood-red and faintly glowing with golden light, could be seen!
