Xiao Ran saw the fatigue covered on his master's gentle face and said:

"Master, you still have to refine medicine for the real person in the sect. I'm too tired recently, so you don't have to worry about your disciples."

Yinyue Zhenren suddenly felt a little disappointed and said a little angry:

"Are you confident or love your master?"

Xiao Ran smiled.

“All.”

Yinyue Zhenren shook his head.

She knew that Xiao Ran must have a higher goal than his physique could withstand.

Then he took out a dark purple pill from his arms, like the size of a strawberry.

"This is a blood-burning pill, which may be effective on you. Remember, this pill can only be used at the most critical moment. If it is you... it should not be dead."

“…”

Xiao Ran trembled and took the purple pill that emitted a strange fragrance of medicine.

...

On the way to the sword peak, news suddenly popped up in the Black Ring group.

[Xiaowu: Tomorrow, Zong Zhishan Sword Tomb, Xiao Ran attended the Chengjian Conference.]

A moment later, a person Xiao Ran had never seen a speech before, spoke.
Chapter completed!