"They killed someone in the territory of the Qingtian Tribe," King Zhongying said. "How can we let them leave so easily? Go personally and stop them. You must not let them loose back in the wild."
"According to our intelligence, their cultivations aren't very strong. Why should I go personally? They can be killed easily by any Death Knight." Zhu Qingyi had a demonic red flower print on her forehead. It shone faintly, making her seem even more demonic.
"Killing them is only one of the missions," King Zhongying said. "This trip, your true motive is to visit Red River Mansion and invite a Pill Saint to the Qingtian Tribe."
"A Pill Saint." Zhu Qingyi's expression grew more solemn. She had to take this seriously.
Pill Saints were able to create divine pills. They had the ability to create dead people and make skeletons come back to life. Getting a Pill Saint would improve the Qingtian Tribe's overall abilities.