"Sorry, cousin, because Daoist Fellow Zheng found a team member last night, I didn't have time to..."
What else could Huang Han do? Just apologize.
As for what the cousin wants to do, he can do it himself.
"Daoist Fellow, rest assured, I won't take any treasures after entering the Secret Realm. I only want the Eight-Colored Illusionary Spirit."
"Hmph! Just the Eight-Colored Illusionary Spirit and no treasures? Are you taking me for a fool, or treating everyone as fools?"
Huang Gui glared at Xia Liu.
What is the Eight-Colored Illusionary Spirit?
A Divine Artifact!
Sought after by many Golden Pill Late Stage cultivators!
Even an obscure kid dares to dream of obtaining the Eight-Colored Illusionary Spirit.
The Golden Pill Late Stage cultivators of Flag Mountain Town wouldn't agree!
Huang Gui had come nearby to deal with matters and heard the news of the Eight-Colored Illusionary Spirit's emergence.
He dropped everything.
