Refining the medicinal power

After watching the people of the four extremes sect leave, the people of the Empyrean one Pavilion felt relieved as if they had just escaped with their lives. However, when they saw the silver-white mark on Qing Luo's throat and the fact that she was still mumbling silently with an ashen face, no one dared to make a sound.

The people of the temple of Holy Fire also heaved a sigh of relief, but they were even more worried.

Zhang hanzhe glanced at Yunxiao, who was meditating, and said with a frown, " "Young master, I'm afraid that this kid won't be able to absorb the medicinal power of the sky Soul herb in a short time. Are we just going to wait here? Why don't we leave some people to protect him while we continue to pursue the four extremes sect?"