As for Xing Ming's proposal, let alone five breaths—if Li Yan had been willing to go all out, Jiang Baibi might not have come away unscathed from his hands.
It was simply that the other party possessed a formidable magical treasure, the "Seven-Colored Glazed Lamp." Xing Ming had said that a vein of earthfire had been refined within it.
There was no need to think to know it would be difficult to deal with. Li Yan also did not wish to expose all his strength, so they could only see how things unfolded when the time came.
Seeing Zhang Ming agree so readily, Xuan Caijun and Feng Moru were immediately filled with curiosity. They truly wanted to know just how strong Zhang Ming really was.
On the other side, the female cultivator surnamed Yang did not accept Song Rongdao's pills, saying that she had decent pills of her own.
They had not yet reached such a level of trust. After she politely declined, Song Rongdao did not press the matter. He had merely been showing his attitude.
The female cultivator surnamed Yang once again sat cross-legged and entered a state of breathing meditation to recover. Yet in this single short day, she had already recovered twice in succession.
"Are formation masters really so easily injured?"
The cultivator surnamed Yan swept his greedy gaze over the female cultivator surnamed Yang, grumbling unhappily to himself.
They had done nothing all day but stand guard for this person.
But on second thought, they truly had not contributed anything to the restrictions here. She had broken the restrictions all the way in by herself, so he could only grumble inwardly.
Meanwhile, Song Rongdao and the young man surnamed Bai did not care in the slightest. So long as the restrictions could be broken, what