บท 232: Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Two: The Chips_2

Xu Yuan asked softly, "What is the fifth chapter?"

The Saint's Remnant Soul scoffed, "Old man, I haven't even fully understood the four common chapters of the Yantian Art, let alone that mysterious fifth chapter."

"..."

Xu Yuan fell silent for a moment, intending to continue his questioning, but the two elders across from him seemed to have already settled their internal exchange of interests within the Myriad Manifestation Sect.

The Great Elder slowly turned around, and the Sect Master also released Zhou Xiaohe, who was on her last breath, with a gloomy face.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan's mind inexplicably took on a touch of ironic amusement.

Political creatures can feel human emotions, but all other feelings can take a back seat when it comes to something they want or a vision they seek to realize.

Watching Zhou Xiaohe's breath vanish completely on the ground, Xu Yuan felt a complex mix of emotions, yet still said with a light chuckle: