As soon as he arrived at the estate, Han Qingtian greeted him with a wide smile. "Little Dong, you've finally arrived!"
Zhao Dong smiled and said, "Elder, I'm sorry to have troubled you. Is there any news about the alchemy cauldron?"
Han Qingtian waved his hand. "The cauldron is no problem at all! I've already sent someone to find one!"
The words had barely left his mouth when a car pulled up. It was the men Han Qingtian had sent out.
The car stopped, and two of the Han Family's men carried an ancient-looking cauldron out of it. The entire vessel was a dark, crimson red, intricately carved with elaborate patterns of a dragon and a phoenix. A profoundly mysterious aura seemed to shimmer faintly around it.
