Another seven days passed, and Xiao Yuehong completed his third batch of pills. This time, he had refined Wutuodan.
When he received the message, Xiao Hua was inspecting the spirit herbs within his space. Many of them had several decades of medicinal age, but the Linglong Grass alone remained unmoved, without sprouting even the slightest tender shoot. Still, Xiao Hua was not anxious. There was yet some time before the hundred-day mark, and the Linglong Grass in the space still needed to absorb several decades' worth of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. Everything would have to wait until after a hundred days to become clear. What troubled Xiao Hua now was how to explain the origins of this Linglong Grass to the sect leader. From Zhang Qingxiao's words, it seemed he already suspected that Xiao Hua had obtained the Zhe Wu Grass from the cave, and had even begun to doubt Xiao Hua's origins because of it—as well as those words in the pill chamber!
Xiao Hua did not believe that Zhang Qingxiao had been the only one in the pill chamber to notice his actions. Sect Leader Xiao Yuehong was a Foundation Establishment cultivator; his divine sense was certainly beyond the perception of ordinary people. There was no way he could have failed to notice Xiao Hua unconsciously imitating the hand seals for pill refinement!
Upon seeing Xiao Yuehong's message, Xiao Hua immediately took the puppet out of his space and tossed it into the medicinal field. Using a flight talisman, he arrived at the pill chamber on Xihua Peak. Since entering the Qi Cultivation second layer, he had found using flight talismans even more effortless. Xiao Hua vaguely felt that even an expert at the eleventh layer of Qi Cultivation like Gong Mingwei might not necessarily be able