"Doesn't matter, it has six petals, six people can take it."
A weak voice rang out from the back of the crowd.
Song Yun focused his gaze and only then noticed that Xiang Jia had taken advantage of the chaos to run over with everyone else—barely escaping with his life.
He had been toyed with miserably by the Ice Condensation Leopard, his whole body drenched in blood, with hardly a sound patch anywhere.
But the Ice Condensation Leopard treated him like a plaything and hadn't seriously injured him, probably afraid he'd die and there'd be nothing left to play with.
Seeing Song Yun looking his way, he hurriedly said, "The Biyang Flower has six petals. Each petal, taken on its own, can achieve the effect of cleansing the marrow and washing the body."
Hearing this, Lang Xiaoran said, "If that's the case, six of us can each take one."
The others nodded to themselves in secret, all thinking they were willing to be the other four, to give up the Biyang Flower to the rest.
