Violet blood runes rippled out from Long Chen, blanketing the entire lake. It was as if violet flames were burning through the air, transforming the lake into a giant pill furnace—with Long Chen as the pill.0

As violet flames continuously spread, they quickly reached the drunk elder and enveloped him.0

The drunkard rolled over lazily and muttered, “Those little brats are trying to bait me into teaching him? Hmph, keep dreaming.”3

He took another swig of wine and drifted back to sleep. The violet flames occasionally pushed him across the ground, but he couldn’t even be bothered to walk a few steps away. He just let the flames roll him around.3

Long Chen had no idea this elder was even...0