Bai Xiaochun’s jaw dropped, and he looked back and forth disappointedly.

“What are you guys doing...?” Coughing dryly, he continued, “It's for the sake of the mission! Besides, I'm really awesome at concocting medicine....”

People were already calling out advice.

“Sect Uncle Bai, there’s no need to concoct any medicine, alright...?”

“Exalted Blood Master, let’s just let this cultivator clan off the hook, okay...?”

Everyone all started talking at once, even Master God-Diviner.

Snorting coldly, Bai Xiaochun waved his hand to produce a pill furnace. “No way. I refuse to believe that they’ll keep their doors closed to me!”

As soon as the pill furnace appeared, the surrounding cultivators of the two sects backed up even further. Bai Xiaochun looked at the Xuanguang Clan, then chuckled darkly. Slapping the pill furnace, he produced a large quantity of medicinal plants and began concocting!

The disciples of the two sects were still backing up, panting, looks of fear flickering in their eyes. And yet, at the same time, they seemed to be looking forward to the outcome.

“What a tragedy for the...