Boom!
The pill furnace exploded.
A thick puff of smoke rose and spread to the surroundings.
Chu Yu’s face was covered in ashes.
His hair was stuck upwards, like it was waxed. His face was completely blackened.
Haha!
The King’s Realm cultivator hiding in the trees could not help but laugh.
He wasn’t worried at all. Seeing that fool looking depressed made him ecstatic and he felt an urge to laugh.
All the rumours about him having the Crane Saint’s legacy and being a pill disciple were all bullsh*t!
If a medicinal saint had accepted someone like him for a disciple, they would be angered to death in a couple of days.
Even if they were dead, they would rise up just to give him a beating!
How dumb could one person be!
This King’s Realm cultivator found it humorous, but also depressing, this guy, clearly did not have the Crane Saint’s legacy.
After some thought, he found that it made sense. Song Hong had admitted that he had taken advantage of the Chu Clan in his life.