"What else could he be scheming, just trying to be on good terms with everyone!" Bai Yunfei snorted coldly, speaking indifferently.
"Yeah, but whether he can truly be on good terms with everyone is uncertain." Ding Wufeng smiled. Although he hadn't interacted much with Xiang Nantian, being part of the same First Grade Immortal Sect, he knew a fair amount about him.
In the room of the Canglan Sect, Yang Fan lay on the bed, a massive force of Primordial Qi within him recklessly ignoring his guidance and rampaging wildly. Generally speaking, healing pills should work on damaged meridians and nearby injuries; otherwise, how could they heal effectively?
Yet the elixir pills Ding Wufeng provided were like this—acting like a mad dog, rushing wherever it spotted, without any intention of stopping.
