After Xiao Yan left, a figure quietly appeared.
"Miss Cao Ying, you saw Xiao Yan and yet didn't make a move. Aren't you afraid Young Master Ling will blame you?" The speaker was a young man dressed in white robes. He wore a gentle smile, but no matter how one looked at it, that smile carried a somewhat effeminate air.
Cao Ying remembered his identity as well: Chen Xian, the young master of the Profound Underworld Sect, a subordinate sect of the Heavenly Nether Sect. The Spirit Clan had made extensive preparations for this Pill Convention. Besides the six eighth-tier alchemists openly participating, they had also recruited quite a few capable experts to enter the competition.
The Heavenly Nether Sect itself had already made its stance clear, so the Profound Underworld Sect, as its subordinate sect, naturally gave its full support. Chen Xian was one of the contestants sent by the Heavenly Nether Sect.
"Young Master Chen Xian, Xiao Yan is a Dou Zun expert. Young Master Ling also said that if we encountered Xiao Yan, we only needed to obstruct him as much as possible. I am alone and weak, so I wouldn't dare rush up and throw my life away."
Cao Ying covered her mouth and laughed softly, encouragement gleaming in her eyes. "Still, I very much look forward to hearing that Xiao Yan has died at Young Master Chen Xian's hands. When that happens, Ying'er will certainly cheer for you."
Cao Ying then ignored Chen Xian's reaction and slipped into the spatial passage.
"Cao Ying truly is a rare beauty." Chen Xian watched Cao Ying vanish, his nostrils twitching slightly as he savored the lingering fragrance she had left behind. Heat flickered in his eyes.
"If Xiao Yan truly dies by my hand, the first thing I'll