"Damn thief! Don't let me catch you! Masked man, don't let me find you—once I do, you're dead!"
Shen Qingxue clutched her ancestor's inheritance aura and stomped furiously on the spot, her fair jade feet kicking up clouds of dust from the ground.
She had already figured out who had taken the Blood Shifting Brew.
It was that masked man who had taken a drop of her blood essence three days ago. She had wondered what he wanted with her blood essence at the time—who would have thought he had been lying in wait for her here?
From beginning to end, she had been kept completely in the dark.
Yet when she saw that the mountain-like piles of treasures around her remained perfectly intact, her expression finally eased.
"At least you have some conscience. But if I ever run into you, you still won't escape death. Is a True Immortal so impressive? With my ancestor's inheritance and the many opportunities here, becoming a True Immortal will be within arm's reach."
"Once I reach the True Immortal realm, I'll definitely make you pay the price."
Shen Qingxue gritted her silver teeth as she held the Jade Talisman, silently swearing in her heart that once she entered the True Immortal realm, she would make that masked man pay.
She had already investigated the masked man's identity. Blood Baleful, was it?
On the other side, Ye Lin had no idea what had happened in the treasure vault. At this moment, he seemed to have run into a little trouble.
"Fellow Daoist, might you be heading to the Central Domain?"
Ye Lin stood quietly in midair, his eyes fixed solemnly on the figure ahead.
Before him stood an old man in green robes. His face was gaunt and exceedingly ugly, while his hands were