Extracting the Essence

From where he stood, Bei Chengling saw the approaching monk.

This wasn't the first person who tried to collect the bounty on him, and he frowned in annoyance.

'What a bother.' He thought and glared before turning to the person beside him.

"Let's go." He spoke.

Without waiting for his companion to respond, he activated his speed boots and rushed ahead.

His companion rolled his eyes and escaped in a different direction.

"Cunning traitor." Xuan Ke cursed but continued to pursue Bei Chengling.

Unfortunately, the other was too fast.

Xuan Ke had never cultivated a movement art and couldn't keep up with Bei Chengling whose speed was enhanced by the speed boots.

After a while, he lost track of the opponent and stopped chasing.

At the same time, Li Futian had also lost trace of the accomplice, and the two returned to the medicine field.

"It seems that nothing will be gained from this task." Xuan Ke lamented.