The Divine Sense Jade Slip had not recorded much, but it had set down the conversation between Frost Demon Monarch and Cold Blood Mountain Lord in full, down to the smallest detail.
In the lower right corner, Frost Demon Monarch's Demonic Essence mark had also been left behind.
The corners of Wang Yu's mouth could not help but lift; he could already imagine how abstract the scene must have been at the time.
However.
Cold Blood Mountain Lord's reason for wanting to use the opportunity to deal with him was not sufficient. The Alchemy Hall hated him to the bone—this point Wang Yu had long expected in his heart, and he knew even better that Old Geezer Yu did not have long to live.
How could he possibly not have kept one hand in reserve?
The problem was that Old Geezer Yu's Life Bell had rung, yes, but he still had a good hundred years to live. With that much time, why would he still care about one tiny Alchemy Hall?
How many Nascent Souls could it even have?!
As long as he could break through to Nascent Soul Late Stage, it would not matter who came. Absolute power was the eternally undying truth of the Cultivation World, whether it was benefits or resources.
The purpose of pursuing them was all part of the process of achieving the concept of "obtaining power."
For that reason, Wang Yu had never worried about the people of the Alchemy Hall.
For Cold Blood Mountain Lord to be moved by such a promise clearly meant there was a problem.
His relationship with Yan Ling was excellent, and using this as a bond, he had also sent quite a few Miraculous Elixirs to Cold Blood Peak's Master-Disciple Faction. Frost Demon Monarch could weigh things and