Tribulation

The blood essence in Ye Chen's hand floated, and with a swish sound, it flew inside the purple cauldron, which was already heated by ice flame.

After this, Ye Chen focused all the spiritual consciousness in the cauldron while running the formation at full power.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Like a wind, the spiritual Qi started to gather, forming a misty white whirlpool over the cauldron.

Then slowly yet surely the spiritual Qi condensed into liquid form before dripping on the drop of blood essence.

"Yunqi, do you really not know what he is doing?" Jing Xiao asked with a pout.

"Even if I knew it, I wouldn't tell you," Zhen Yunqi stated with curled lips and ignored her.

Watching her like this, Jing Xiao snorted with dissatisfaction and once again focused on Ye Chen.

Thinking of his special physique, she couldn't help but wonder why her luck wasn't as good as Zhen Yunqi's.