"Unless you have the talent to become a divine beast, Xuan Dan Pavilion will not focus on training?" Qin Ming asked in doubt.

"Not bad!" Liang Er nodded.

"So doesn't it mean that there are many sacred beast-level alchemists in Xuan Dan Pavilion?" Qin Ming asked rhetorically.

"Yeah!" Liang Er nodded again, "Otherwise, how could Xuan Dan Pavilion be one of the most powerful forces in the Supreme World? It is precisely that it has the ability to cultivate powerhouses in the Divine Beast Realm."

"In the entire Supreme World, there are not many forces with this ability. Forging guilds are counted as one, Xuan Dan Pavilion is one, and there is a formation guild. In the entire Supreme World, there are no more Both hands."

"Then where did they go?" Qin Ming asked again in doubt.

Although Yin Hensong told him not to ask about this secret before, Qin Ming couldn't help thinking again, where did they go?

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Liang Er smiled lightly, "I am not obsessed with the realm of sacred beasts. I know my talent very well. It is impossible for me to break through to the realm of sacred beasts in my life."

"Forcibly demanding yourself will only be a dead end."

"There are so many more talented geniuses than I am in this world, and they all desperately want to break through to the realm of mythical beasts. None of them can break through, let alone me."

Qin Ming could hear the helplessness in Liang Er's words, how he didn't want to break into the realm of sacred beasts with Liang Er's Tianjiao level talent.

It's just that Liang Er knows very well that even if he goes all out and fights to the death, there is little hope.

Both Yin Hensong's martial arts talents and alchemy talents are better than Liang Er. Yin Hensong failed to make a breakthrough. One can imagine the difficulty of the breakthrough.

Liang Er gave up is a wise choice.

However, Liang Er had to pay a lot to make this wise choice.

Qin Ming could hear the unwillingness in his words, as well as the deep helplessness.

At this moment, Yin Hensong came out from inside.

He didn't seem to be in high mood, and his face was a little sad.

"After so many years, she hasn't looked for anyone anymore, she has been waiting for me." Yin Hensong muttered to herself, guilt overflowing.

Qin Ming on the side patted Yin Hensong's shoulder gently.

He understands Yin Hensong very well. The deeper Mengzhi's feelings for him, the deeper his guilt.

If Yin Hensong was not injured, then he might be able to go back to the past with Mengzhi and make up for what he owed over the years.

But Yin Hensong was seriously injured, and it didn't take long to live, and now he returned to Mengzhi, so that when life and death are separated in the future, he will be even more injured.

Qin Ming could understand Yin Hensong's helpless mood.

Qin Ming has never seen Yin Hensong look like this. In Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hensong has always been a respectable man, teaching countless alchemists, and the martial artists of Haoyuan City respect him very much.

After Qin Ming came to Haoyuan City, he also received a lot of help from Yin Hensong.

For a long time, in Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hensong was a person on his own, and he was able to face up to no matter how difficult it was.

Even if Yin Hensong didn't have many days to live, he was always thinking about the Xuan Dan Pavilion in Haoyuan City. In order to keep the Xuan Dan Pavilion, he did everything possible to invite him to become a direct disciple.

As a dying person, he devoted all his remaining time to Xuan Pill Pavilion, and Yin Hensong was respected by the warriors of Haoyuan City, which is right.

Yin Hensong is not even afraid of death, but only afraid of dreams.