Jiang Guo'an summoned all of them in one breath, "But rest assured, the Blood Talisman is only temporary and won't take your son's life, that's... that's all. Master Mu, please spare us..."
Mu Qian's sharp eyes swept coldly over a few elders of the Wuxiang Sect. That glance made them not dare to breathe heavily, as if a heavy stone weighed on their chests, making them unable to breathe, while cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
Because they all knew that their fate was now entirely in the hands of the man in front of them; life or death depended purely on his word.
After a long time, Mu Qian's gaze finally moved away from them and landed on his own disciple standing outside the door, "Shang Nan, go get the medicine from Uncle Lan."
Being called out, Shang Nan was extremely excited, with a fire burning in his eyes like those of the other disciples, full of admiration, "Master Mu, what medicine? I will get it right away."
