"Use or not, when to use, you can judge for yourself, Daoist fellow."
Ning Zhuo held the old jade bottle, the bottle was as cold as a piece of long-aged cold iron, yet the elixir pills inside were pulsating gently as though a heart was sealed within.
"Daoist Shen, this pill is too precious," Ning Zhuo said.
Shen Hongyao waved her hand: "Stop with the pleasantries. Since I've brought it, I didn't intend to take it back."
She stared at Ning Zhuo, her eyes revealing an unabashed sincerity: "Everyone outside says you're going to die. Many people give you things, mostly hoping you can save your life. But I want to see you win!"
She stepped forward, her red dress like fire, her gaze burning like the fiery blaze in the furnace: "Ning Zhuo, eliminate the Three Brave of Xiang Sect."
Ning Zhuo's heart skipped a beat!
