"Judging by what's happening over there, he's probably about to refine another batch of pills." On a thick branch of the Law Mirror Immortal Tree, a blue-robed man stood with his arms crossed, watching the silver-haired figure in green robes refine pills in the distance. He couldn't help but curl his lip.
"You can find that guy everywhere. He stole the limelight at the Dragon Pill Gathering last time, and now he's showing up by the Law Mirror Immortal Tree. We went through hell and high water to get here, only to end up as his supporting cast."
"Be content. Getting here safely is already no small feat. We're better off than the teams that suffered heavy casualties. Besides, the pills aren't finished yet. Who says Song Dan Saint's mastery of alchemy is definitely inferior to Dongfang's?"
A mature-looking middle-aged man shook his head, though he knew perfectly well that he was saying this mostly to console himself—or, rather, to keep their side's morale from faltering.
"Those guys sure are lucky. If the Law Mirror Immortal Tree weren't holding us back, would they be able to sit there and refine pills in peace?" Farther away, Wen Tingyu gave a cold snort, stroking the seven-colored saber in his hand. A soft hum rang from its blade.
Nie Qiantong, Wen Tingfeng, and the others all looked at the group refining pills across from them with unfriendly eyes. Yan Yun's luck really was something. Their side had been the first to find a spot where they could draw sap from the Law Mirror Immortal Tree, but they still had to wait a while.
But they had barely settled in when a group of Heavenly Immortal-level experts from the Southern Dan Heavenly Court arrived. There were six of them, including a fourth-grade Dan Saint.