After ten minutes, Chu Zhaonan jumped up on his feet. “Are you sure?” His gaze was fiery, and he stared fixedly at Xu Yangyi. “Are you sure you want to contact him?”

“I’m sure.” Xu Yangyi’s expression was incomparably resolute. “Chu Zhaonan, when the pill master doesn’t arrive on the day of the auction, what do you think will happen to me?”

“They’ll draw out your soul.” Chu Zhaonan’s facial muscles twitched. He clenched his teeth and said icily, “A Core Formation ancestor… is an illustrious sage once in several hundred years. They’ve ascended step after step. They don’t care about your life or mine.”

“All are insects below Core Formation. No one mentions these words, but everyone knows it in their hearts.”

Xu Yangyi nodded and fiddled with a lighter. His gaze exposed a thread of contemplation. “One can search and inspect all of a person’s past memories by drawing the soul. Even the ten Dao Masters don’t care at all about the deterrence of Mingshui Province’s Umbran Armament.”

Chu Zhaonan was taciturn for a long while. He nodded deeply. “Ten days. In ten days, I’ll deliver your words.” He looked at Xu Yangyi. “After ten days… if there’s no news, I’ll help you prep an airplane ticket. You… can go to another country…”

“It’s already too late.” Xu Yangyi said indifferently. “Feel carefully...