"Young Master, did you obtain the Nine Dragon Subduing Sky Cauldron?" At that moment, You Lian's figure emerged from the void. She glanced at Ye Xiwen and asked.
Ye Xiwen nodded. The Asura Race prince beneath his feet was thoroughly dead, all his flesh and blood having been fed to the Heavenly Origin Mirror. In the end, he had indeed been unable to withstand Ye Xiwen's torture and confessed everything.
The facts proved that even a top expert at the early-stage Celestial Supreme Realm was no better off than an ordinary person. In the end, he could only reveal where Manyun was trapped, begging for a swift death, and Ye Xiwen granted him that final wish.
Ye Xiwen spread out his hand. A miniature Nine Dragon Subduing Sky Cauldron floated up and down above his palm.
"I've obtained the Nine Dragon Subduing Sky Cauldron, but refining it will take some time. We still need to save someone first. We'll talk after we rescue them," Ye Xiwen said.
"The Asura Race princess named Manyun?" You Lian asked. That was the only person she could think of.
Ye Xiwen had no intention of concealing it. He nodded, tacitly admitting it.
"I owed her a favor before," Ye Xiwen said. "I can't just leave her to die now."
"But if we do this, by the time we get there, that person may have already refined the Thunderbolt Spear. When that happens, it will be our day of death!" You Lian had no choice but to remind Ye Xiwen.
"I understand what you mean. I know. But I must save this person. Enough, don't say anything else. Let's save her first. I've already forced the location out of him." With that, Ye Xiwen stepped into the air and departed.
Behind him, You Lian sighed.