The first pill was Yang Pill which Evelyn needed while the remaining two were Mixture Pill and Blooming Pill made from those extra ingredients Darryl picked earlier. Those two pills were rare and special. As Darryl happily kept them in his pocket, he suddenly felt a strong presence behind him, and instinctively turned only to be shocked by what he saw.

A short bald monk of around 1.5m was walking toward him. He exuded an oppressive temperament air while a black Scorpio was tattooed on his bald head.

Damn it, a tattoo on his skull!? Although it seemed rather foolish, it was no doubt very intimidating but the most intimidating part was the aura he exuded. He was not an ordinary man.

“Who are you?” Darryl asked after staring at him for a few seconds.

The man was obviously a high ranking cultivator. Was he perhaps Circe’s security guard? However, wasn’t it rather unlikely to hire a monk as a guard?

The monk did not respond as he marched toward Darryl. He stopped in front of him,