The cheers from the crowd upon receiving the Divine Weapon sounded particularly harsh to Zhou Minghui, as if everyone was mocking him.
"Let's see how long you can revel in your success!"
"Even if you get the Divine Weapon, in three days, following Xu Fan, won't you just be marching to your deaths?"
Zhou Minghui cursed coldly in his heart, his gaze towards Xu Fan filled with malice.
Yet, from start to finish, Xu Fan did not spare Zhou Minghui a single glance.
The strong never concern themselves with how the weak perceive them.
In a sense, Xu Fan and Zhou Minghui now belonged to completely different worlds.
This moment, Xu Fan casually instructed the members of the Grey Wolf Team to focus on their cultivation, then turned to head towards the Elixir Pharmacy. Previously, Xu Fan had been so busy that the points he intended to give to Song Ling'er were still in his own hands.
