Yan Ye's Praise Is: It's Acceptable!

The milky white pills underwent a qualitative change at the last moment. Five faint golden lights seeped out of the cauldron, and a rich fragrance dissipated, making one feel refreshed. Five crisp dragon roars sounded one after another. At this moment, the cauldron moved and the sound of air being torn apart sounded. Beiting Huang flew up and grabbed the five pills.

The pills were struggling with all their might. Beiting Huang sneered. "You want to run? Not so easy!"

The nine-colored fire was faintly discernible in her palm, and the threat was so clear. The five pills that had just gained sentience felt the domineering fire and settled down. Beiting Huang took out a jade bottle and placed the pills inside. She shook it. "With these five pills, I won't be afraid even if I go to the Demon Spirit Tomb and the people from the Divine Hall of Judgment come!"