"Tripod Demon? Is this the cauldron, the Tripod Demon of yore?"
Mr. Yan had obviously heard of this name and asked.
"The cauldron grows countless hands, devouring everything in its path. If it isn't a Tripod Demon, what else could it be?"
Qing Yangyu clapped and laughed, "Truly remarkable, truly remarkable. If Zhou Xuan can subdue the Tripod Demon, along with those two great fish of green and red, the Treasure Pill will naturally form, the Treasure Pill will naturally form."
Hearing this, Mr. Yan was excited too. After all, Qing Yangyu had promised him that if there were any rewards from Bai Yujing, he would also receive a share of the benefits.
His eyes gazed once more upon the Bai Yujing.
After the Tripod Demon revealed its true form, Bai Yujing too seemed to resonate strangely,
from its snow-white walls emerged countless human hands, swaying like seaweed,
the fearsome Bai Yujing then erupted with bouts of terrifying, spine-chilling laughter,
