A huge tent.

Han Wuya sat cross-legged, the diamond-shaped purple gold on his eyebrows constantly flashing fluorescence. He was constantly absorbing the power of the purple gold, which was very strong.

Incomparably rich.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the tent.

Han Wuya stopped breathing and opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, his pupils flashed a purple light.

"associate dean!"

An old man walked into the tent.

Han Wuya said slightly: "Do you have any clues?"

The old man shook his head and said: "Not yet, but I received news that the city lord Su Wantu has collected a piece of purple metal, but he has not fused it."

"No fusion?" Han Wuya frowned, "That's strange. Could it be that he can resist the temptation of the Celestial Clan's power?"

Just then.

Han Wuya's eyebrows suddenly hurt.
Chapter completed!