Before long, everyone arrived at the Sacred Pill Peak, and the ancient halls were tranquil.
Wasn't today the day for the Holy Court to distribute elixirs? Why is it so quiet? Even if the elders from various peaks and valleys don't come personally, the disciples should be here, yet there's not a single person in sight. Could the timing be wrong? Han Yan and the others were somewhat perplexed.
However, having come this far, they couldn't just turn back like that. After all, they needed to get to the bottom of this, so they still entered the hall.
"You're here. The elixirs are on the table. Ten pieces per person, help yourselves." A middle-aged man glanced at Han Yan and the rest, speaking lazily.
It seems the timing wasn't wrong, it indeed was today. Seeing the jade bottles laid out in a row on a long wooden table, Han Yan and the others didn't want to think too much and went straight over.
