At the same time, at a cave mansion more than ten miles away,
an old man in his fifties, wearing a blue long robe, with graying hair and a goatee, was sitting in the cultivation room, using a spell to probe something.
This person was Master Profound Maple, Zhang Baichuan,
and beside him sat two other cultivators.
One was a slightly plump bald man who appeared to be in his forties, with a face full of flesh, clearly not a benevolent type, possessing peak Core Formation cultivation.
The other was a middle-aged beautiful woman in a purple palace skirt, with a graceful figure still full of charm, possessing late-stage Core Formation cultivation.
"Daoist Zhang, are you sure about what you said, does that person really have three Nascent Soul Pills?"
The bald man asked, full of skepticism!
After all, three Nascent Soul Pills was already a full furnace's quantity.
