Lu Xiaotian's Nirvana Sacred Flame wasn't suitable in the early stages. It would clash with Wen Yan's dragon essence and blood qi. If they couldn't even get past the first hurdle, there was no point discussing the rest of the pill-refining process.
That was why Wen Yan sat opposite him. Even refining a low-grade Dragon-Blood Reversed Meridian Pill was exceedingly difficult for a peak third-grade Pill Saint. Producing a mid-grade pill would require the steady skill of a fourth-grade Pill Saint. Lu Xiaotian had remained at the third grade for many years. Over the course of his cultivation, his understanding of the power of laws had reached a certain level, both in cultivation and in pill refining.
He simply hadn't decided which pill to use to break through to a new level of the Pill Dao.
"What? The traitors still haven't been rooted out? How do you know? Who is it?" Wen Yan cried, her voice brimming with murderous intent. She didn't doubt Lu Xiaotian's words. If anyone in the tribe trusted him most, it was undoubtedly Wen Yan, Zi Luo, Mu Yebianrang, Wen Yufeng, and the other dragons. They had spent time with Lu Xiaotian and naturally understood him better. Even when he was among their tribe, he did little besides cultivate and barely saw anyone. He hadn't wandered around trying to learn about the situation, which was nothing like how a spy would behave.
"It's a guess. They might not even be among your tribe. Or perhaps they're everywhere," Lu Xiaotian said.
"Your concern isn't unfounded. The dragons at Sunset Dragon Hall may well have been infiltrated by pieces placed there by Shun Dongxiao. Otherwise, the rumors about you outside shouldn't be so overwhelmingly negative."
Wen Yan had now caught on as well, and her expression turned grave.