"So Brother Zhao has heard of the Burial Immortal Ruins as well." Han Wu remained composed, speaking unhurriedly. "Since that is the case, let us be frank with each other. This man already belongs to Han. If you intend to take him, then you and I must first have a bout."
"You may have the man, but the treasure belongs to me. Besides, I have some questions I need to ask him."
Zhao Sheng's expression was placid as water. His gaze swept over the gray-robed elder on the ground before settling on the ancient symbols emerging across the cauldron walls, a trace of curiosity appearing in his eyes.
Han Wu was briefly startled after hearing this. His gaze likewise swept across the cauldron walls around them. After pondering for a moment, he nodded as expected. "This cauldron came from the Burial Immortal Ruins and possesses the divine ability to capture and contain. It seems it is no ordinary Spirit Treasure. But since Brother Zhao has taken a liking to it, Han might as well offer flowers to Buddha and give it to you."
He was deeply wary of the unfathomable Zhao Sheng and did not wish to stir up further trouble, so he actually agreed very quickly.
This, in turn, left Zhao Sheng rather surprised.
The woman in the green dress looked anxious and opened her mouth several times as if to speak. Yet, because she held great reverence for her leader, she did not dare dissuade him.
Zhao Sheng nodded at her, then said nothing. Rubbing his hands together, he formed a ball of dazzling lightning and hurled it at the cauldron walls around him. In an instant, it spread through the entire inner space and began refining it fiercely.
Yet before long, another change arose!
The gray-robed elder