"Holy Ancestor, do you think he can do it?"

Yun Ling'an looked at Chu Qinghou, whose pores were already overflowing with blood, and asked with some worry.

"I don't know."

The Holy Ancestor sighed, faintly feeling a little uneasy.

Because of this secret method, he only used it for the third time.

And the first two times, both ended in failure.

"It's almost over, it's time to prepare for the next step of refining."

Nearly the tea time passed, Chu Qinghou

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