Chapter 293: Token

The white-faced scholar was dead, and Ye Wutian had finally avenged the great vendetta he harbored. He walked slowly toward the corpse of the white-faced scholar, wiped his dagger on the body, and then took the bag from him.

Since this fellow specialized in the business of robbery, he must have accumulated quite a collection of spiritual medicines. Of course, Ye Wutian didn't hurry to check the man's assets. After taking the bag, he quickly walked towards Wan Zhixuan.

Wan Zhixuan only had the cultivation level of the Mid Mysterious Realm. The toxins in her body were spreading quickly, even reaching her heart and spreading throughout her body. At this point, her face was turning black, and her entire skin was turning grayish-black. She likely only had moments to live.

No matter what, he had shared moments of intimacy with this woman, so naturally, he couldn't stand by and watch her die.