"What is happening? The Elder looks like he is about to burst with anger!"
"If I heard correctly, that brat said he wanted to deliver a pot to the Sect Master."
"What? Deliver a pot!"
"That is just an iron pot with no energy fluctuations at all. Is he insane?"
"This is an insult to our Sect Master, an insult to our Renhe Sect. Unforgivable!"
"No wonder the Elder is so furious! If we don't kill him, this anger won't subside!"
"I bet five Spiritual Stones that he dies within five breaths."
"Three breaths, not a second more!"
When watching the fun, who ever thinks things are too chaotic?
With lives and the sect's lifeline on the line, Qiu Xuanji stroked his beard again. The Sect Master was relying on this black pot of his to prolong her life—could such a thing be believed? Soon, his expression changed entirely. Smoke billowed from the crown of his head, and every single strand of hair stood on end.
Chapter 1857