The first thing he saw!
Luo Chen did not look toward those wine jars. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the corpse.
There was a gaping hole in its chest, no breath left in it, yet a trace of astonishment before death still hung on its deathly pale face.
It was Jin Ling's corpse!
Whoosh...
A breeze seemed to drift through the great hall.
Jin Ling's corpse slowly floated into the air.
Luo Chen brushed through the air from afar, closed those death-staring eyes, and then, amid Black King's confusion, sent one spell seal after another into the corpse.
"What is Master trying to do?"
Black King watched the scene, unable to understand it.
Only when Luo Chen suddenly stopped and an aura that made him tremble surged from his body did he realize Luo Chen's intention.
"No way..."
In the next moment, Luo Chen's mana fluctuations became rhythmic, and his entire being seemed to resonate with heaven and earth.
A green-and-white radiance slowly flew out from Luo Chen, settling cautiously onto Jin Ling's corpse.
Those eyes opened once more!
Black King trembled all over and cried out inwardly, Is Master planning to refine him into a puppet?
Thump!
The corpse that had seemed to come alive moments ago suddenly crashed to the floor, as though nothing had ever happened.
Luo Chen stared at the corpse with deep, unfathomable eyes and sank into thought.
Black King did not even dare to breathe loudly. He lay respectfully to one side.
Only when Luo Chen spoke did he suddenly snap back to his senses.
"What?"
Luo Chen no longer looked at the corpse. He pointed at the densely packed jars beneath his feet.
"Have you tested these spirit wines?"
Black King nodded. "I've basically tested them all. There are seven types of