Chương 107: 090 Liquor Taoist, Puppet Soul Strength (10K Subscriptions Requested) _2

Su Yu's talent for alchemy far surpassed all the prodigies he had ever seen. Sigh.

A few cultivators in the Scripture Pavilion glanced at each other, curious. Why was the shopkeeper of the Scripture Pavilion sighing regretfully? Was he troubled or worried about something?

Su Yu left the Inner Market. Night had fallen, a heavy curtain enveloping the world.

Suddenly.

Subtly shifting his gaze, Su Yu faintly moved his figure. Another figure quietly took his place, instantly diving into a mountain path ahead.

Buzz!

In the next instant, talismans appeared, forming a symbol array. It was like layers of pagodas pressing down, together with a substantial gravitational pull that trapped 'Su Yu' effectively.

At the same time, a figure appeared not far ahead, looking at Su Yu trapped in the array with a contemptuous smile on his face.

"Just a second level cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm, how hard can it be? Is there a need for strategies?"