The preciousness of Pangu Heart Blood went without saying.
Even Gu Changqing could not have imagined this beforehand.
At this moment, Saint Tongtian's heart was filled with shock.
One had to know that the Three Pure Ones were deities transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit.
Back when they first emerged into the world, the three of them had also searched everywhere across heaven and earth, hoping to find some trace of the legacy left behind by Great God Pangu to elevate themselves.
Yet in the end, they gained absolutely nothing.
And Pangu Heart Blood was the most crucial and precious existence among them all.
Ever since that time, the Three Pure Ones had naturally assumed that treasures of this caliber simply did not exist in the world.
Never had they expected to witness it today in the hands of Gu Changqing.
"This... Disciple Changqing, from where did you obtain such a treasure?"
Saint Tongtian asked in disbelief.
To this, however, Gu Changqing resumed his drunken appearance, his consciousness seeming somewhat hazy.
"Heh, unspeakable... unspeakable..."
"This disciple has had too much to drink, hehe, I can't remember."
This time, Saint Tongtian did not roll his eyes dramatically.
Deep in his heart, he had already faintly guessed.
Gu Changqing had previously stated that he acquired it from within the Witch Clan.
Then the most likely possibility was naturally that Pangu's Heart still remained within the Witch Clan.
And this action by Gu Changqing carried profound implications.
All that talk about being too drunk to remember was naturally meant to fool people.
In Gu Changqing's heart, he was actually keeping secrets for the Witch Clan, preventing such deep secrets from leaking out.
For a moment, Saint Tongtian wore a peculiar expression.
In the past, he had been unwilling to let his disciples become entangled