Three Types of Pills!
"Zhou Xi, bring the tea!"
Lin Bai invited the Eighth Elder and Jiang Xuansu to sit in the pavilion, while Zhou Xi hurried over to boil water and brew tea.
As he drank his tea, the Eighth Elder said coldly, "How could those skeletons possibly be a match for this old man? Hmph, if those two Venerables hadn't run so fast, this old man would have taken apart every bone in their bodies, one by one."
Lin Bai smiled. From the corner of his eye, he saw the many wounds on the Eighth Elder's body and understood how perilous the situation had been.
"The Bone Race cannot leave the White Bone Battlefield, and if the Eighth Elder and I wanted to leave, the Bone Race couldn't stop us either," Jiang Xuansu said softly. "This time, the Bone Race could only suffer in silence again. But the same ploy won't work twice. If you go to the White Bone Battlefield again, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape so easily."
Lin Bai's expression turned solemn. "Ultimately, Young Master Lu was the one stirring up trouble. It seems I really need to find an opportunity to meet this Young Master Lu."
The Eighth Elder ground his teeth in hatred. "That Young Master Lu is truly a coward hiding in his shell. This old man turned the sect upside down searching for him for several months, yet I didn't even manage to find a single hair. Qing Luo, if you have any good ideas, speak up. Help this old man capture Young Master Lu, and I'll certainly ask the Sect Master to commend you."
Lin Bai shook his head silently. "Young Master Lu's schemes and cunning far surpass those of ordinary people, and every substitute martial artist he