What was this?
The moment Tai Cang's divine sense entered the sphere, it was shattered by a strange ripple.
How formidable!
His blazing gaze fixed on Hou Hao. "Where did this come from?"
"It is inconvenient to reveal its origin." Hou Hao gritted his teeth. "I only wish to know whether it can be traded."
Tai Cang understood at once—Hou Hao must have secretly obtained this item from the Witch Clan.
"It can be exchanged for three Bloodline Pills."
Though he knew the treasure was worth far more than that, the Witch Clan could not use this pearl. In contrast, Bloodline Pills were priceless to them.
"Deal!"
Hou Hao did not hesitate in the slightest. Three Bloodline Pills had already exceeded his expectations and were far more worthwhile than keeping this troublesome hot potato.
With a flip of his hand, Tai Cang produced three blood-red pills, and the transaction was completed.
Tai Cang put away the pearl and casually tossed the pills to Hou Hao. "Great Witch Hou Hao, the deal is done."
"If you need anything, you may come find me at any time."
"Oh, and Xing Tian only advanced to an Ancestral Witch after taking twelve Bloodline Pills."
Before his words had even faded, Tai Cang became a streak of light and shot toward the East Sea Human Race.
"Twelve pills are enough to create an Ancestral Witch!"
Hou Hao stared at the retreating figure, fiery light blazing in his eyes. He clenched the three blood-red pills in his hand and turned to race toward the Witch Clan's territory.
Since his personal savings were insufficient, he would use the entire Witch Clan's treasury. He had exchanged for three this time; next time, he would surely obtain even more.
Morning light spilled across the ancestral land of the