Qing Dong looked at Lin Fei: "Young Master, you want the Nine Revolutions Soul Reviving Pill?"
"That's right. A friend of mine was killed by Long Yang Monarch and needs the Nine Revolutions Soul Reviving Pill to come back to life." Lin Fei didn't hide anything and explained why he needed the pill.
"The Nine Revolutions Soul Reviving Pill, though rare, isn't the most precious elixir for our Qingxu Sect." Qing Dong was straightforward and looked at his sister, "Qingcheng, give this young master a Nine Revolutions Soul Reviving Pill."
"Yes, brother." The beautiful Qingcheng agreed with a nod.
Then, Qingcheng approached Lin Fei.
Lin Fei immediately caught a delicate fragrance wafting from Qingcheng, refreshing his mind.
Qingcheng, as ethereal as a fairy, with skin fairer than snow, wearing a flowing white dress, carried an extraordinary aura that was otherworldly.
In Lin Fei's eyes, Qingcheng's beauty and aura were no less appealing compared to his senior sister, Zimo, or Yuxi.
