Could Little Yezi Have Arrived?

"Junior Brother Zhou Chuan, aren't you afraid?"

Sitting cross-legged before the scorching medicine cauldron, Lu Yue had the corpse of the Dou Emperor senior brother named Feng Wei lying not far in front of her. The pungent stench of blood lingered beneath her fair nose, making her nauseous.

She could not help turning to look at Zhou Chuan on her left. Separated by one position, they were roughly five zhang apart. At this distance, Lu Yue could clearly see his profile. Though his appearance was unremarkable, he now exuded an unusual charm that made her look at him several more times.

If Nalan Ye were here, he would surely tell the little girl with a smile that a man was at his most handsome when he was serious and focused.

Lu Yue did not understand that principle. She only knew that this place was dangerous right now—or rather, the entire Burning Flame Valley sect grounds were dangerous. Unable to restrain herself, she softly called out, "Junior Brother Zhou Chuan, let's leave quickly. It's really dangerous here."

Her voice was lovely. Even with a few trembling notes of fear, it could not conceal its warbler-like sweetness. Yet all she received was Zhou Chuan's low roar without him even turning his head.

"Stop bothering me!"

The Three-Patterned Purple Cloud Pill was not an easy pill to refine. When Zhou Chuan chose this pill, he had already prepared himself mentally. But only after truly beginning did he realize that he had still underestimated its difficulty. No wonder even some Fifth-Rank Alchemists could not refine it successfully.

At this moment, Zhou Chuan was wholly focused on refining the pill. Everything else—the Ice River Valley's massive assault on the sect, the many Burning Flame Valley disciples who had died—did not weigh on his mind at