Li Zhengde frantically transmitted his voice, but his expression grew more and more hesitant.
Qingxuan indeed did not use Spiritual Power to block his voice transmission, but did he really hear these words?
Why.
His hand remained steady, his movements as fluid as flowing water.
The corners of his lips even held a faint smile.
Li Zhengde felt inexplicable fear, but he dared not stop; he racked his brains, continuing to use various words to harass Qingxuan.
But in the end.
The glazed light flashed again, perfect quality Third Grade Elixir, for Qingxuan, it posed no challenge at all.
Qingxuan held the elixir with an unusually calm expression.
Li Zhengde's face looked somewhat unpleasant.
He was so focused on harassing Qingxuan that his own elixir failed during the refinement.
That was not the worst.
