Ling Ningzhi saw the amber-colored Spiritual Liquid, looking somewhat disappointed, "This item is of no use to this Taoist, so I'll not participate."
She never cared about her appearance, otherwise, she would not have deliberately concealed her face.
Her mind was now focused on the Creation Golden Pill, displaying no interest in such things.
Shen Zhixia also shook her head, indicating she did not wish to get involved in this murky situation.
Zi Lianji still wanted to persuade them further, but Chen Mo had already collected all of the Spiritual Liquid, pocketed the jade bottle, and strolled away leisurely with his hands behind his back.
"You're given the opportunity, yet you're of no use."
The indifferent voice reached Zi Lianji's ears.
A look of malice flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he ultimately repressed it.
"Let's go, Zhixia, let's return and start Alchemy." Ling Ningzhi said.
"Mm."
Shen Zhixia responded.
