Beneath the mask, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he showed no sign of abnormality. He took another copy of Quiet Chan Gong back into his bosom and then placed the elixir on the ground, saying,
"Since you have already made your choice, I can say no more."
"Here is a bottle of elixirs. Swallow it, and I will help you enter the threshold of this martial art here."
Qie Bian Helie was slightly taken aback at the sight of the elixir, slightly incredulous.
Since he had left his tribe, he had not seen any medicinal aid for cultivation for many years.
At that moment, Wang Anfeng had risen from the blue stone, his right hand holding a sword. He heard Mr. Ying's voice by his ear; the youth's expression unchanged, he merely pursed his lips and said,
"Towards the west of the Great Desert, where the sun kneels at sunset, thrice knock and nine bows."