Li Yan watched the scene projected inside the lantern, searching through Lamp Holding Siming's memories for any trace of Moonlight Sword Immortal.
His memories could also help Li Yan better understand the situation in White Jade Capital.
As the saying went, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles." But when he saw Lamp Holding receive a red pill called Daughter Red, Li Yan found himself curious about what would happen next.
He patiently watched the memories projected before him.
Zhao Deng took the red pill and froze for a moment. Then he thanked the man with a fawning, servile expression.
"Thank you, immortal! Thank you for bestowing this pill!"
With that, Zhao Deng, who was already in his early fifties, swallowed the Daughter Red right in front of the evil cultivator.
Seeing Zhao Deng swallow the Daughter Red, the evil cultivator burst out laughing. "Do you know what this pill is made from?"
Zhao Deng bowed his head humbly. "Immortal, this old man doesn't know."
Madness and mockery gleamed in the evil cultivator's eyes as he revealed the truth in the cruelest possible tone.
"It was boiled down from your daughter's flesh, blood, and bones."
The evil cultivator expected Zhao Deng to panic, but Zhao Deng only smiled. "For my daughter to be made into a pill by an immortal—that is her good fortune."
Hearing Zhao Deng's words, the evil cultivator instantly lost interest.
"You old beast! I skinned your daughter and made her into a shadow-puppet lantern. I refined her flesh, blood, and bones into a pill, and you're not even angry?"
Zhao Deng cupped his hands humbly and said with a chuckle, "In these chaotic times, my daughter could die any day. It's her good fortune to be refined."
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