707 Whitey Ripping Armor

Outside the Pill Palace, the wind was blowing, bringing up the leaves that fell as autumn left and winter was welcomed. 

A figure was draped in a robe, his sleeves fluttering in the wind as he firmly stepped on the ground.

He wore a conical bamboo hat, covering his face. However, the white hair that draped down exposed the elderly's age. 

"The Pill Palace…" He stood at the gate and raised his head, looking at the majestic city walls in the distance. He was chewing on a grass stalk, and when his mouth moved, so did the grass. 

"How pitiful and lamentable. The Pill Palace is still a Holy Land of the alchemists. A pity that it fell to this state today, and even targeted by the Hidden Dragon Royal Court…" Sighing, he raised his head, and his face was finally revealed from under the bamboo hat. 

It was Chu Changsheng, who had rushed over from the Valley of Gluttony.