If he abandoned Han Yueli now, what would be the point of Chu Fengmian's cultivation in Martial Arts? He wouldn't be able to face his own conscience.
Chu Fengmian's Martial Arts were about protecting everyone he wished to protect.
"There must, there must be another way!"
Chu Fengmian frowned deeply, moving with almost the fastest speed possible toward the direction of Emperor of Fertility's tomb.
Speed, as long as Chu Fengmian's speed was a bit faster, that would be enough!
"Power! I must have stronger power!"
"I cannot die here, in my previous life, I died jumping off a cliff because I lacked the power. This life, I cannot die so helplessly again, dying by the hands of others!" Chu Fengmian murmured to himself.
In Chu Fengmian's left hand, his eyes were already fixed on the magical dragon pill.
The only thing that could give Chu Fengmian instant power was this dragon pill, a dragon pill of a flood dragon might truly create a miracle.