Relationship Deteriorates
The five subordinates had thought they would have no chance to drink any.
After all, it was no ordinary thing, and they were merely underlings, like errand runners.
They had not expected Mr. Sikong to remember them.
It moved them immensely.
Even raising deathsworn guards would be no better than this.
They nearly shouted, "We are willing to die for Mr. Sikong!"
How wonderful would it be to follow a boss like this?
He had not forgotten people like them, who did the dirty work, even with something so precious.
That feeling of being valued warmed their hearts.
Each of them drank a cup as well, feeling incomparably refreshed.
Shen Wuxiao drank too.
Lin Nuonuo could not drink it. If she were a martial artist, even at beginner Rank One, she could have drunk it.
Unfortunately, she was not. She was a burden.
After drinking the Spirit Liquid, everyone's vitality and spirits changed completely.
It was fair to say they had returned to their peak state.
All exhaustion, fatigue, and depletion were swept away.
The person they were most grateful to was, of course, "Sikong."
Sikong was truly righteous!
After replenishing themselves, they continued onward.
This Yin Yang Rift Valley was enormous.
As they had said, it was as large as several cities—not an exaggeration in the slightest.
Walking within it, the group looked tiny.
Even the climate was strange.
The heat, cold, and humidity made them extremely uncomfortable.
They were also traveling through a primeval jungle.
There was no path. They had to forge their way through the entire journey.
If this environment had been given to ordinary people, they truly would not have lasted long.
They could have hurried forward, but they feared straying off course and circling around until they returned to the exit.
That