Originally, Lin Xuan had not wanted to use a trump card like this. After all, at a critical moment, this thing could save his life; using it in a situation like this was, in all fairness, somewhat of a waste.
Yet his two disciples were so endearing, and Lin Xuan was not a man with a heart of iron and stone. How could he abandon them and ignore their plight?
If he really did that, then even if he escaped, his conscience would never be at peace for the rest of his life.
If a gentleman treats me with sincerity, I will repay him with all my heart.
Though Lin Xuan was long accustomed to bloody winds and rains, and also liked to rise early only when there was profit to be had, compared with other immortal cultivators, he still had a bottom line.
A man, after all, ought to have a bit of hot blood. If he could not even protect his own disciples, then what was he doing trying to make his way in the immortal cultivation world?
As thoughts turned through his mind, Lin Xuan had already made up his mind. Using this pill here was worth it!
Perhaps others would think him foolish, but in his heart, he had another scale by which to weigh things.
To gain, one must be willing to give up. Lin Xuan felt there was nothing wrong with doing this.
With a flick of his sleeve, a Jade Bottle flew out. It was slightly smaller than the bottles usually used to hold spirit pills, yet extremely exquisite. The patterns on its surface were blue-and-white porcelain, but what drew the eye even more was that at the bottom of the bottle, a Restriction Talisman was attached—though it too was much smaller than