Pressure from Song Li-The Sacred Son Was Nothing Special!

"Let them come. These great powers are disgusting."

Song Li's expression darkened. He patted the other man's shoulder, then continued toward the clinic.

The more he experienced, the more clearly he saw those great powers for what they were.

As for this elder, he wanted to see what that so-called elder could do to him.

Inside the clinic.

Xiao Yiyi sat beside Ye Ming, seemingly tending to the patient.

Yet the corner of her eye remained fixed on the doorway.

She had prepared quite a few good things today. Even if a Spirit Transformation cultivator came, they would be burning all over.

If he did not come back soon, it would go cold.

Ye Ming's unconsciousness did not have much effect on Xiao Yiyi.

"Senior Brother, you're back."

"Come quickly. These are all top-grade spirit medicines. Taking them will benefit your cultivation. You've worked hard these past few days."

When Song Li stepped into the clinic, Xiao Yiyi walked over, placed the spirit medicines before him, and spoke.

"Thank you, Junior Sister."

Warmth rose in Song Li's heart. He accepted the spirit medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

Nothing happened?

Had the spirit medicine lost its effect?

Watching Song Li leave, Xiao Yiyi wore an astonished expression.

She only wanted to offer herself up—why was it so difficult?

Becoming immortal was truly hard.

The inner sect of the Heavenly Unity Sacred Sect.

Several people stood huddled together, whispering about something.

Every one of them looked indignant.

As though something humiliating had happened.

"What are you all talking about? Why so sneaky?"

Just as they were engrossed in their conversation, a young man approached from not far away. Light flickered between his brows, and his brocade robe set him apart from the crowd. He glanced at them and spoke.