Wang Hao spoke as he licked his lips.
Immortal pills were a specialty of the Pill Epoch. To obtain such things, strength alone was absolutely not enough.
If not for that, he would never have gone scurrying off to find Chen Changsheng.
After all, little ants like Ruan Su Xian were not worth making a special trip for.
"Everyone, two immortal pills are truly too few."
"Why don't we dissolve them into pill liquid first and see how they taste?"
"Just what I was thinking!"
As the words fell, the many high-level cultivators acted together. In the blink of an eye, the two immortal pills were divided into countless portions.
Meanwhile, Ruan Su Xian walked over to Daoist Qinghe.
A small hill.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
Ruan Su Xian's footsteps were light, yet every one of them reached Qing He's ears.
Looking at his disciple, whose full head of black hair had turned gray-white, Qing He's eyes flashed with a trace of heartache.
But facing Ruan Su Xian, Qing He did not know what to say for a moment.
"Teacher, is there anything you want to say to your disciple?"
Ruan Su Xian spoke first. Qing He said softly, "Su Xian, I know you have suffered a grievance, but..."
"Master!"
Before Qing He could finish, Ruan Su Xian cut him off.
Looking at the master who had always cherished him, Ruan Su Xian said stubbornly, "Whether I have suffered a grievance is not important."
"I only want to ask one question. What was the point of everything this disciple did?"
"Naturally, it was for all living things."
"Since it was for all living things, why did you treat this disciple this way?"
"Am I not one of all living things as well?"
Staring fixedly at Daoist Qinghe, Ruan Su Xian