Mo Han's fingers lingered on the woman's wrist longer than necessary. Her pulse was steadier now, but still weak, and her dantian was flickering like a candle caught in the wind. His brows furrowed. If nothing was done soon, her core would collapse, and once a cultivator's dantian shattered, no amount of medicines could restore it.
"I need a cauldron," Mo Han said suddenly, his tone firm enough to silence the whispers around him. "And the ingredients for the Night Lotus Elixir. Without it, her dantian will deteriorate beyond repair."
Gasps erupted in the tent. The senior servant stiffened, her eyes wide. Master Li looked as though he'd swallowed his tongue. Even the guards exchanged uneasy looks.
"Night Lotus Elixir?" Master Li barked. "You dare claim you can brew something like that? Boy, even sect elders fail nine out of ten attempts—"
