Instead, he took two steps forward and sat down.
He appeared to consider it quite seriously for a moment before holding up three fingers. "I have three regrets in my life that remain unresolved."
"If you can help me resolve any one of them, I will refine this batch of Spirit Pills for you."
He reached over, pulled open a drawer, and took out a portrait, which he unrolled.
A flicker of rage showed in his eyes. "My first regret is that I wasn't able to kill this bastard myself back then."
"I'll have to trouble you to bring me his head."
'Damn,' Xiao Chen thought as he glanced at the portrait. It showed a handsome young man.
He'd long heard a piece of common wisdom in the cultivation world.
Never lightly offend an Alchemist, especially a High Tier Alchemist.
Today, he was getting a firsthand taste of why. "May I ask who this is? And what did he do to deserve death?"
If the man was a Tribulation Cultivator, Xiao Chen wouldn't be against the idea.
