The great hall of the Heavenly Devil Palace was rarely as empty as it was now. Only a man sat in the seat of honor, examining a blood-red bead in his hand with keen interest.
The blood bead was roughly the size of an infant's fist, red all over, with occasional streaks of light gliding across its surface. It looked both dangerous and beautiful.
"Feng Chen, do you think it really can help me break through to nascent soul?"
As footsteps drew closer, the figure of a man wearing a black hood gradually came into view.
He glanced at the bead in Gong Hao's hand, which radiated an eerie aura, and fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Since the elders said so, there should be no problem."
Gong Hao withdrew his gaze from the bead and turned it toward the man in black. "You've been away from the Heavenly Devil Palace for five years now, haven't you?"
Yi Feng Chen stiffened slightly, then nodded without arguing, simply standing there.
"I've already refined two Qian Ling Blood Condensation Beads, yet you still haven't completed your task." He seemed to be speaking both to Yi Feng Chen and to himself.
"I remember you used to carry out your tasks much more efficiently."
Seeing that Yi Feng Chen remained silent, Gong Hao did not grow angry. He was still willing to offer a little opportunity and trust to someone who had handled matters for him so many times.
"It seems that girl really is a tough bone to gnaw. If it truly won't work, forget it. Just seize her."
Gong Hao keenly noticed the hood shift slightly when he mentioned seizing her.
Once his words fell, the empty hall sank into silence again.
Most demonic cultivators had colder blood than ordinary