"He seems to have gone after Tiancang Prefecture's True Lord Withered-Flourishing. I have not seen him for quite some time either."
"You are also not lightly injured." Qi Tianxiong slapped his storage pouch, and a third-rank high-grade healing pill flew out, landing in True Lord Tianlang's palm.
"Many thanks, Sect Master." True Lord Tianlang cupped his fists.
"How was the person who fought you?"
"The ice-flame divine ability he cultivates is extremely domineering, and he also has a high-grade magic treasure in hand. This subordinate was slightly inferior."
"At such a time, the Tiancang Sect can still produce such a person. The foundation of a Nascent Soul sect with several thousand years of history truly cannot be underestimated."
