"Do you think Qingfeng is dead now? Has he turned into a puddle of blood?"
"Definitely! Qingfeng must be dead, since no one can hide from the Refinery King Kettle's melting process. In ancient times, the Kettle even melted saints, and even they were turned into just a puddle of blood, not to mention average self-cultivators."
"That's right, even if the Refinery King Kettle had declined in power, it would still be able to melt a king level self-cultivator."
Everyone around looked at the Refinery King Kettle in Binger Zhao's hand, and discussed endlessly. They all thought Qingfeng had already died and had became a puddle of blood inside the kettle.
Outside of the kettle, everyone thought Qingfeng had died; no one believed he could survive, unless he was a saint.
Flower Fairy's pretty face grew worried, as everyone around had already come to the conclusion that he had died. This tormented her.