Lin Bai charged into the hall. The floor was covered in blood and bones—some belonging to the Demon Race, others to martial artists.
As Lin Bai walked past, he silently circulated the Devouring Sword Soul within him, devouring and refining all the blood on the floor.
"According to what the map says!"
"The Personal Disciple Hall contains many inner halls. The most important one should be the pill room of this Personal Disciple."
"After all, this Personal Disciple was an alchemist. His pill room must contain a great number of rare and precious pills!"
After entering the hall, Lin Bai immediately took out the map and glanced at it. He said in surprise, "This pill room is actually in the depths of the Personal Disciple Hall, and it's still so far away!"
"I'm afraid not many martial artists will be able to find their way here."
"Perfect. I'll be the one to benefit."
Lin Bai shifted his movement technique and immediately shot through the hall.
"There are rooms?"
"They've already been opened."
As Lin Bai advanced, he discovered rooms lining both sides of the passageway. However, many of them had already been opened. Lin Bai figured that someone must have reached this place before him.
"All these rooms have been opened. I wonder whether those great demons and spirit children found the pill room."
"And the Storage Bag left by that Personal Disciple—the treasures inside it are probably even more precious than the pills in the pill room!"
Lin Bai's thoughts suddenly became clear.
The two most precious opportunities in the Personal Disciple Hall were, first, the pill room—the place where this Personal Disciple stored his pills—and second, the Storage Bag left behind by the Personal Disciple.
Lin Bai sped through the passageway inside the hall.
He took a hidden