"You want to take advantage of me?" Mi Li's voice suddenly rose.
Zuan was taken aback, then realized what he meant and immediately explained, "That's not what I meant. My Primordial Qi can now enter other people's bodies to help heal injuries."
"No need, it's useless to me. I'm a soul now." Mi Li realized that she had overreacted and coughed lightly. "You should cultivate on your own. I need to go into slumber again."
After he finished speaking, the room fell silent again.
Zuan called out a few times, but there was no response from Mi Li. For a moment, he felt an emptiness in his heart.
"We must help her find the Purple Frost Divine Milk!" His eyes grew even more determined. He quickly took out the Embroidered Robe of the Envoy from the Glazed Pearl, changed quickly, and slipped out of the room under the cover of night.
Silver Medal Envoy Xiao Jianren was reading a book by the light of an oil lamp in his room when he suddenly felt a sense of alarm. He picked up the knife beside him and looked behind him: "Who's there!"
A figure sat in the shadows not far away. Xiao Jianren narrowed his eyes, quickly made out the person's attire, and hurriedly sheathed his sword: "Greetings, Eleventh Lord!"
Zuan nodded and said, "There's something I need you to do for me."
Given the strict hierarchical relationship among the Embroidered-Robe Envoys, he no longer needed to beat around the bush.
"Please give your orders, sir." Xiao Jianren was overjoyed. He had been somewhat apprehensive when he received the order from his superiors, which only required him to lead his men to follow Sang Hong. Now that he knew he had a mission, a great weight was lifted from his heart.
"Do you know about Purple Frost Divine Milk?" Zu An looked at him nervously. The other party was a living library, and few people could match his familiarity with the information in the Embroidery Pavilion. If he didn't know it, then he would be in real trouble.
Xiao Jianren was taken aback: "Could it be that one of our lords has suffered a loss of his soul?"
He asked in a somewhat tactful way, actually wanting to know if you were injured, but he was afraid of offending anyone.
Zu'an was overjoyed. It seemed that the name of the Purple Frost Divine Milk hadn't changed in this world, which made it much easier to find: "Never mind that. Do you know where to find the Purple Frost Divine Milk?"
Xiao Jianren shook his head: "This is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, extremely rare in the world. If it weren't for the fact that the local area once presented the Purple Frost Divine Milk to the emperor in the early years, I probably wouldn't have known about it."
"Does the Emperor have it?" Zu An frowned. That was a bit troublesome, but at least he had a goal, which was better than being a headless fly.
Xiao Jianren's expression changed. He thought to himself, "From what you're saying, it sounds like you're trying to snatch it from the Emperor." He quickly said, "Back then, the Emperor's soul was severely damaged in the battle with the Demon Emperor, and he recovered thanks to the Purple Frost Divine Milk."
"So now even the Emperor doesn't have it anymore?" Zu An raised an eyebrow. He really wanted to hang this squinty-eyed guy up and give him a good beating. What a bad habit of only saying half a sentence.
Seemingly sensing his "killing intent," Xiao Jianren hurriedly said, "The one who presented the Purple Frost Divine Milk to the Emperor back then was the previous Duke of Yunzhong. If there is anywhere else in the world where this thing can be found, it is probably Yunzhong County."
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