Just now, Lin Bai's sword shredded most of Miss Xuan's clothes, revealing large areas of her snow-white skin.
Miss Xuan bore her severe injuries, staring intently at Lin Bai in the medicine garden.
Miss Xuan's eyes widened, afraid she would never forget this scene. She saw spiritual medicines rapidly turning to ash in Lin Bai's hands, those hands like magic, instantly draining anything they touched!
"How can this be, what kind of cultivation skill is this, possessing such magic power?"
Miss Xuan looked at Lin Bai incredulously.
As Lin Bai quickly absorbed each spiritual medicine, Miss Xuan noticed, now in the medicine garden, only one blood-red spiritual medicine was left: "The Wan Yuan dragon shaped flower...!"
"Not good!"
Miss Xuan seemed particularly concerned about this spiritual medicine, but when she saw Lin Bai's gaze on it, her expression immediately changed.
