One week later.
Sacred Hall.
Inside Feng Jiaojiao's cave abode.
"Be careful, Chen Fan. I heard the Night Wraith Clan has decided that you were the one who killed their genius, Black Luo. You must be extra careful whenever you go out in the future."
Chen Fan merely sneered, unconcerned. "Don't worry, Jiaojiao. I'm not an idiot."
The Demon God King of the Night Wraith Clan did not dare act, and Chen Fan was not afraid of some King-sealed experts!
Feng Jiaojiao's expression turned somewhat strange. After hesitating, she asked, "Chen Fan, tell me, was that Black Luo really killed by you?"
A smile appeared on Chen Fan's face. "Whether I killed him or not, does it matter?"
Feng Jiaojiao's eyes flashed. "So it really was you... Heh, Black Luo was no ordinary figure who had reached the tenth floor of the Sky-Reaching Tower. Even I might not compare to the trump cards he held... Chen Fan, you really are no simple man."
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow and said:
"Jiaojiao, did you call me here just to say this?"
Feng Jiaojiao shook her head, then changed the subject. "Chen Fan, didn't you ask me to help gather medicinal ingredients a couple of days ago... I've gotten some information..."
Chen Fan raised his brows. "You got information so quickly?"
Chen Fan needed quite a few medicinal ingredients—over a dozen or twenty types in all. Every one of them was incomparably precious, and none was easy to find.
For ores and materials like Heavenshadow Iron and Star Silver Ore, Chen Fan had searched for who knew how long before stumbling across Star Silver Ore by chance. Several hundred years had passed without any news of Heavenshadow Iron.
Feng Jiaojiao said, "It's like this. An alchemist I know says he has most