"Purple Tai Sui? And it's top-grade?"
Hu Ma was still reeling from the chaos of defeating Fourth Miss Zhou of the Yangming Zhou Family and devouring so many Evil Ghosts.
He clearly felt as if there was much more within his body, not yet digested, stirring restlessly from time to time. But upon hearing Mr. Longjing's words, he was startled, and he hastily looked at the large cauldron, realizing that it should actually be empty...
For there was no solid substance inside; at most, only a constantly shifting mass of Purple Qi.
This Purple Qi was seemingly an intangible entity, yet it gave off a sticky, heavy sensation. As one drew near, illusions abounded.
The feeling was indescribably strange. Everything in the underworld was ethereal, yet this single wisp of Purple Qi felt heavier than a mountain in the mortal world.
"Did you see it when you crossed hands with the Zhou Family?"
