"I'm fine. Pills are precious; there's no need to waste one on this broken shell of mine."
The mad Cultivator reached out, pushed Bai Mo's Outer Pill back toward him, his sincerity matching Bai Mo's own.
"Young Master, please take the Pill back. Let's talk about the Immortal Ascension Skill."
"Listen to my incantation. It goes from my mouth to your ears and must not be heard by a third person…"
His tone shifted, becoming extremely devout as he began to chant the incantation in a strange language.
It was probably a dialect, a vernacular from some unknown place.
To have learned such a language, one could only wonder what kind of encounters the man had experienced.
'Could it be that a group of people really is living on the other side of the mountains, passing down their legacy?'
Bai Mo narrowed his eyes and shot to his feet.
The Pill spun rapidly in his hand.
"You're not mad. It seems I've misjudged you…"
