These three pills were very small, each about the size of a pinky fingernail.
They were white, gray, and blue respectively.
"Master, these must be the forbidden pills that Jiang Yuantai took, right?"
Chu Feng could tell at a glance that these were forbidden pills—though far from ordinary ones.
"Quite the formidable forbidden pills. This must be them."
"Junior Brother Chu Feng, your Master truly is a person of great knowledge."
Once the potency of the three pills was confirmed, Dao Hai Xiangu and Yuan Shen Popo turned their gazes toward the old Daoist, and their regard for him deepened considerably.
They were both proud women, and in truth, they had never paid the old Daoist much attention before.
The respect they had shown him was simply because he was Chu Feng's Master.
But only now did they realize just how knowledgeable the old Daoist truly was.
Though he had spoken of it so casually, this was not common knowledge—it could be called a secret, a secret of the Pill Dao Immortal Sect.
The fact that he knew these secrets spoke volumes about how extraordinary he was.
"Senior, please undo the sound-isolation barrier and let me speak with Sima Xiangtu. I want to go back out and fight Jiang Yuantai again."
Chu Feng said this to Yuan Shen Popo.
"It's pointless. Even if you can beat him, he won't let us go," the old Daoist said.
"Master, I'd like to try."
"Even if the hope is slim, we should still fight for it."
Chu Feng knew that even if he won, the other side might not necessarily release them.
But this was the only chance Chu Feng could think of right now.
"Rather than fighting a meaningless battle, it would be better to find a way to escape. If you can find allies, come back and save us. If you can't find any, then don't come back," the old Daoist said to Chu Feng.
"Find allies?"
"If I absolutely must, I can only seek help from the Sacred Valley or the Wo Long Martial Sect," Chu Feng said.
"The Wo Long Martial Sect?"
"When did you develop a connection with the Wo Long Martial Sect?"
"You successfully got in?"
"But I don't think I ever told you the location of that formation."
Hearing this, the old Daoist looked at Chu Feng with some surprise.
"Master, what are you talking about?"
"Wasn't it you who had your friend deliver that letter with the location of the Wo Long Martial Sect to me?" Chu Feng asked.
"My friend? Which friend of mine?" the old Daoist asked.
"Zhang Yingxiong's Master," Chu Feng said.
"Who is Zhang Yingxiong?" the old Daoist asked.
"Master, you don't know them?"
Chu Feng's expression changed drastically—he had already realized something.
"I don't know them, and I have never written you any letter," the old Daoist said.
"How can that be?"
"Then they were helping me?"
"But why would they help me?"
Chu Feng sank into deep thought. He felt the old Daoist would not lie to him. If he said he hadn't sent it, then he truly hadn't.
That meant it was Zhang Yingxiong's Master who had told Chu Feng the location of the Wo Long Martial Sect's formation and the method to break it.
But they had no relation whatsoever—why would they help Chu Feng?
"It seems someone used my name to help you enter the Wo Long Martial Sect?" the old Daoist came to the same realization.
"It seems so. I just don't know why they would help me," Chu Feng said.
"That sort of thing—we'll naturally find the answer if we ever encounter them again."
"But that only matters if we survive first."
"The Wo Long Martial Sect does have considerable strength. If you can get them to help, it might actually resolve this predicament."
"But Chu Feng, do you have that kind of pull? Would they agree to help?" the old Daoist asked.
"I don't know. It's just that, Master, we're all trapped here. Even if I wanted to try, there's no way to reach them."