Ji Ziyue glared at Ye Fan, angrily saying, "You want treasures, but I have none. As for the ancient scripture, there's even less chance I have it. All I have is my Immortal body. See if you can handle it!"
"You really are a hoodlum." Ye Fan immediately laughed, saying, "Like you said, if you don't hand it over, I have all kinds of methods to use against you."
Ji Ziyue bit her red lips, twisting her head and looking up at the skies in the clouds. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end stopped.
Ye Fan didn't immediately press her since he still had time. The thing he needed to do now was to refine the Xuanhuan essence. His cauldron was shattered and clinging to his patinated copper, causing him some concern.
The greened copper was motionless within the spring mouth of his Sea. Around it was the Xuanhuan essence, and the broken pieces of the cauldron that were mixing with it.
