On the open ground, Elder Li and the black-robed envoy from the Blood Fiend Sect faced each other from a distance of ten meters. Both of their eyes were filled with caution and vigilance.

"Did you bring the item?" The raspy voice of the black-robed envoy broke the silence first.

"Naturally." Elder Li snorted coldly, taking out an exquisite treasure box made of ten-thousand-year-old cold jade from his chest. He opened the box, revealing a faint yet immortal golden flame—the very "fake wick" that Lin Changsheng had swapped.

"And the 'Divine Transformation Demon Fetus' you promised?" Elder Li asked in a deep voice.