It was night.
Rong Lie's trade caravan, along with Bai Shang, hurried back to Xiqi overnight.
Han Zhan, having completed the initial plan, stayed in Quanrong and was warmly received by the Quanrong.
Due to the duel with Rong Ao, where Han Zhan instantly defeated all the Molten Giants, everyone was shocked.
He also successfully won the reverence of the Quanrong Warriors.
Now, upon learning of Han Zhan's performance at the altar and that the two cultivators from the Xiqi Ancestral Temple may very likely solve the Quanrong's divine punishment issue, these Quanrong people were even more fervent.
Even the usually stern-faced Rong Ao had a much more cheerful expression.
"Come, have a taste!"
Sitting roughly by the bonfire, Rong Ao handed Han Zhan a cup of scalding hot molten liquid.
Yes, molten liquid.
After killing the Molten Giants, the one thing the Quanrong had in abundance was pools of molten liquid.
Each pool was brimming with molten liquid.
