These two Immortal Treasures were actually flying toward him of their own accord.
Seeing this, a chill ran down Zou Feng's spine as he considered the implications. He prepared to strike at a moment's notice.
But just as he was about to make a move, an aged yet surprisingly soothing voice echoed in his mind.
"Zou Feng, stay your hand!"
At the same time, the Poison Gathering Bottle and the Blood Jade Bowl stopped, hovering five paces away from Zou Feng and faintly emitting a strange ripple of energy.
"I can get you out of the Glazed Immortal Palace alive!"
Upon hearing this, Zou Feng used his mind to communicate. "Who are you?"
The next moment, a wisp of white smoke curled out from the mouth of the Poison Gathering Bottle.
The smoke quickly coalesced into the image of a benevolent-looking old man with an ethereal, immortal air about him.
