Wen Chi's expression froze the moment he heard the question.
His previously troubled and sorrowful look was quite relaxed and natural, but at this moment, all the muscles on his face seemed to be electrified, tensing up completely.
The old man's mouth, which was curled up in a mirthful arc, instantly straightened and turned downward.
From his previously calm and gentle eyes emanated a steel-like sharpness; no matter who faced such blade-like eyes, their heart would involuntarily tremble.
Only at this moment would others realize that this old man, seemingly immersed in the pleasures of life and softened into submission, was noble by birth and had been in the military since the age of sixteen, emerging from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Wen Chi looked across at the Lai Zitou Daoist, exhaled deeply, and slowly said in a deep voice, "Daoist Master Wuya, are you sure you want to tell me where the Elixir of Longevity is?"
