Only after confirming Qinghai Venerable had no hidden places left did Xiao Jin toss him to the Pill Tower Ancestor.
Sigh, someone here was definitely going to ask: since Qinghai Venerable knew full well he was going to die, why did he still give up everything he knew in full detail?
Of course it was so he could suffer less torture.
As a Ninth-Grade Golden Pill alchemist, the Pill Tower Ancestor had simply endless methods for tormenting souls.
In just one short day, Qinghai Venerable had nearly been sent soaring to heaven.
In One Hundred and Eight Methods of Tormenting Souls, he had only experienced the seventeenth method before he could no longer hold on.
People often said one could neither live nor die. Sometimes, death was a kind of release instead.
At least, that was what Qinghai Venerable thought right now.
Even closing his eyes and dropping dead on the spot would be more comfortable than continuing to endure the Pill Tower Ancestor's torture.
After Qinghai Venerable's matter was settled, Yun Yun's eyes shifted, and she looked at Xiao Jin with some reluctance.
She knew this fellow would leave Misty Cloud Sect today.
"Are you leaving?"
"Mm. There are some things I have to return to Jia Nan Academy for."
"Then when are you going to the Central Plains?"
"One year at most."
"Take me with you when the time comes."
"All right."
Yun Yun was a little surprised. "Why did you agree so readily?"
"Readily?" Xiao Jin suddenly laughed. "Yun Yun, I truly regard you as one of my own now. Toward my own people, I've always been very generous. Once we've spent some time together, you'll understand."
These words really were not Xiao Jin blowing his own trumpet. As long as he judged someone to be one