Connor Wood flourishes in spring!
The iron tree blossoms!
The grass on the ground that had withered or died due to the battle also began to revive one after another.
"It's actually a Mystic-grade pill, how is this possible?!"
"Tianhai Zhen Zhu" had considered the possibility of losing, but still clung to a sliver of hope. However, now, the pill in Ling Xiao's hand completely shattered her expectations.
She had lost, utterly lost!
Ling Xiao had managed to refine a Mystic-grade pill, something even she found exceedingly difficult. Yet a seventeen-year-old boy had achieved it.
Is this what they call a miracle?
But why was this miracle bestowed upon this human? She could not accept it!
Ling Xiao slumped down onto the Bone Throne.
He was exhausted.
So tired!
He had never been this tired before!
Even back when he chased Jiumo Zhiyan through the Northern Desert for nights on end, he had not been this drained.
A Mystic-grade pill.
