Perhaps We Can Become Friends

No one could see what was happening inside, not even a Dou Zun expert.

"That kid has to die. He must!" Protector Wu had intended to leave, but he could not accept it! He first fled the sea of fire at high speed, then stared intently at its center, his gaze cold and burning as he muttered, as though... expecting something.

Yet some things always went against one's wishes. A few minutes later, when Venerable Yue Ming burst from the sea of fire covered in blood, Protector Wu was both startled and delighted. But the next second, his expression changed drastically.

Venerable Yue Ming's aura was weak, and his body was covered in burns. Seeing him in such a state, many people began to wonder: where were the others?

Soon, they saw the second person emerge from the sea of fire. However, it was not anyone from the Tianming Sect, but that young man in black. Though the young man's face was pale and his body bore many injuries, his condition was undoubtedly far better than Venerable Yue Ming's.

Taking out a jade bottle, Xiao Yan did not hesitate. He opened it and swallowed the pill inside. As an alchemist, Xiao Yan had never lacked medicinal pills. Especially after becoming a Seventh-grade Alchemist, although he had not refined many Seventh-Rank Pills, he still had several in reserve.

Clearly, the pill he had just swallowed was a Seventh-Rank Pill. Yet after taking it, he did not heal his injuries or pursue the weakened Venerable Yue Ming. Instead, he looked toward the illusory soul body in the distance.

"I said I would collect some interest today."

Protector Wu vaguely heard what Xiao Yan had said. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and fled.

The crimson wings on Xiao Yan's back trembled slightly,