Zhao Si Was Not to Be Underestimated

"You captured my people, so I came to get my subordinates back. It's that simple!" Zhao Han crushed a Human Pill and rose with a smile, approaching the red bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Take one more step, and I won't go easy on you!"

The woman immediately threw open the curtain, her face wary as she prepared to fight back at any moment.

But Zhao Han didn't waste words. He darted forward, and in the next instant, his hand was clamped around Sect Master Wu's neck.

At the same time, he used his formidable inner energy to suppress Sect Master Wu.

"Mm—!"

Sect Master Wu struggled desperately, but she couldn't muster any strength or inner energy. All she could do was beat at him with her hands and feet, to no avail.

The moment he grabbed her, the inner energy in her body had been locked down. How could she fight back?

"What does this Human Pill do?" Zhao Han asked, picking one up between his fingers.

Seeing this, Sect Master Wu couldn't speak, but she felt a wave of relief.

So he came for the pills. I still have a chance to live.

When Sect Master Wu seemed ready to answer, Zhao Han loosened his grip a little.

Sect Master Wu immediately replied, "Taking a Human Pill keeps you beautiful, slows aging, extends your life, and improves your complexion."

Zhao Han was a little surprised. "Oh, I thought it could improve your power or aptitude. So that's all it does..."

Sect Master Wu managed a strained smile. "You should know how my Yin Yang Sect survives."

"As our power rises rapidly, our aptitude, potential, and stamina are depleted just as quickly."

"Though we become stronger, we age and tire more easily than Martial Artists who cultivate normally. With