"Senior Brother Yan, this Young Master Zhang knows the culprit's whereabouts!" Zheng Mao said, pointing at Tang Yan.
"You really know?" Yan Xu asked urgently.
"Of course. Even if you gave me the courage of a hundred men, I wouldn't dare joke with Medicine Valley.
"This brother just said that as long as I found the person, I'd receive ten Eighth Rank pills. Will you pay on the spot, or..." Tang Yan put on a greedy look.
"Everyone, take out all the Eighth Rank pills you have!" Yan Xu immediately ordered.
Those who could enter the Secret Realm were all core disciples of Medicine Valley, either direct disciples or direct descendants of its senior figures. Quite a few had Eighth Rank pills, and before long, they had pooled ten.
"As long as we confirm it's him, you'll be paid on the spot!" Yan Xu promised firmly.
Tang Yan's eyes lit up, the greed in them completely undisguised. "How generous, Brother Yan! Everyone, follow me!" he said fawningly.
Led by Tang Yan, the group arrived at the mine where Zhu Zhao was.
Zhu Zhao was coming out of the mine, cursing.
Although the mining pickaxes he had bought last time were shoddy, they were still the best choice for mining compared with everyone's weapons!
Whenever a Mining Pickaxe head bent, he was responsible for flattening it with spirit power. After doing it over and over, he had nearly taught himself the basics of artifact refining.
When I find that brat who sold the mining pickaxes, I'll make him regret being born!
The instant Yan Xu saw Zhu Zhao, his gaze sharpened!
No wonder the face beneath the cloak looked familiar. It was exactly like Zhu Zhao's!
But how could Zhu Zhao be mixed up with the Spirit Shaman Clan?
*They probably