Richard's words left Bai in an indescribable confusion.
No, just a moment ago, how did this cauldron get subdued?
On the other side, Daoist Xuan Qing also watched this scene in astonishment. He had checked this cauldron thoroughly multiple times and could say with utmost certainty that this cauldron was by no means a Dao Artifact.
But in the present moment, how did this cauldron suddenly produce a fire elemental and even sign a contract with the exotic realm deity behind the rift?
Could this cauldron possibly have racial discrimination?
Bai placed the small cauldron into the pocket at his waist, and once it shrank down, its weight matched his physique, so an ordinary pocket could hold it.
Daoist Xuan Qing did not stop him; he knew that at this moment, blocking him would be futile.
