Zhu Yourong's reasoning was simple.
"I don't want it. I'm a half-step Nascent Soul stage cultivator, my lifespan is far longer than you think... take it back, eat it quickly and don't save it."
Zhao Rong also shook his head, and his reason seemed even more reasonable than that of a half-step Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
He retracted his smile and said calmly, "It won't help me even if I eat it, the three I ate before felt like a waste."
Zhu Yourong frowned in confusion, "What do you mean?"
What does it mean... it won't help even if eaten? Is there a cultivator who would think this undead medicine is redundant? Even seventh-realm cultivators fear aging... so unless one doesn't want to live...
Seemingly realizing some possibilities, the Confucian-robed woman's face tensed.
However, at this moment, the sound of footsteps outside suddenly came.
Zhao Rong remained calm and did not answer.
