"Junior Brother, don't believe a word this scoundrel says,"
Zhao Jingyu said, gritting his teeth.
"I've heard from the senior brothers in the sect that Cultivators with non-human bodies can recover with just a tiny bit of nourishment..."
"When that happens, who knows what will become of us!"
Bai Mo took a deep breath.
"If I had another chance, I would have stayed in Immortal Arrival City and never come out."
With that, he casually took out two Fire Marrow Pills.
The Pills in his hand gave off a Pill Fragrance and radiated a faint warmth.
This was his last resort.
Zhao Jingyu froze.
"Tier Two Pills, and the quality is this good!?"
The underground palace was very quiet. Bai Mo could feel the Emperor's turbulent emotions.
"Your Majesty?"
The Emperor came back to his senses and sighed in admiration. "To think, they're Tier Two Pills."
"It's not that the Fire Cave Dynasty has no Pill Masters, it's just that they've all left. Even the imperial family couldn't make them stay."
