An autumn breeze passed by. The sound of wind collecting fallen leaves was especially piercing in the suddenly quiet site.
Everyone inside and outside the God Demon Prison was petrified in that instant.
The real Enchanting Soup is in my hands! In my hands! These words echoed like a valley echo, reiterated over and over in everyone's ears.
Changtian couldn't help but say: "Girl, you..."
"Hahaha——" Before he could finish, Duanmu Yan suddenly chuckled twice, then burst into loud laughter, laughing so hard that he bent over, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.
He held his breath forcefully to barely stop his laughter: "You, you said, the Enchanting Soup is in your hands?"
"Yes." She didn't even look at him, her eyes full of sincerity as she looked towards Langya, "Since he claims he also has this Enchanting Soup, why don't we both take it out, compare them, and see the truth immediately. What does Sect Leader think?"
