"Looking at his fair, clean-cut scholar's appearance, he definitely hasn't cultivated any Body Refining Technique.
You know the miraculous effects of Immortal Transformation Nectar. With that extra Immortal Yuan Power, This Seat will have more than enough strength to deal with him!"
Wang Zhong said arrogantly and with extreme confidence.
"Since you are so sure of yourself, I'll lend you a hand when the time comes. Otherwise, if you enter the Heavy Water Sect alone, I'll have to suffer alongside you!"
The eerie face first spoke helplessly, then held back for a moment before finally complaining,
"Why did you agree to that guy's terms in the Past? You've made us so passive now!"
"What are you so anxious about? Without the Three Yuan Heavy Water that fellow gave me, Wang Mou might have died beneath the Great Heavenly Tribulation long ago!
Besides, the worst possible outcome back then was merely being exploited by the Heavy Water Sect after ascending.
With the Heavenly Court watching over things, would they really dare refine Wang Mou into a Heavy Water Dao Soldier?!"
Hearing This, Wang Zhong immediately frowned and retorted impatiently.
After speaking, dense runes appeared across his engraved white armor, instantly suppressing the eerie face.
"Just wait. You'll suffer for this!"
After sinisterly saying this toward the direction Luo Hong had departed, Wang Zhong returned to the rows of bookshelves.
Clearly, Luo Hong was not his only target.
"The Heavy Water Law within the True Water Law? That brings back some memories for Luo."
Not far after flying out of the Cold Book Pavilion, Luo Hong landed on a mountain peak. With a flip of his hand, he produced the Little Black Ball and gazed thoughtfully at the hair-thin strand of Primordial Qi floating around it.
During the final ten thousand-odd years