C113 The Incident at the Divine Mountain
In the hushed room, Jiang Xiaofan sat cross-legged on the bed, cradling the blue book in his hands, lost in thought.
The room's other three occupants each bore a distinct expression. Henzhu chewed on a pill Jiang Xiaofan had crafted specifically for him—a First Grade Earth Level Snow Wind Spirit Pill. Packed with spiritual energy, it served little purpose in combat
