"By the way, I happen to have two bottles of Spirit Snake Paste left. I'll give them to you."
Wang Luo glanced around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he took out two items and stuffed them into Hu Qi's hands.
"Hm? How could I possibly... uh, thank you, Teacher."
Looking at the Spirit Snake Paste that had been directly shoved into his hands, Hu Qi's perfunctory words of refusal were instantly choked back down.
He immediately understood.
Wang Luo had probably learned something from Lin Tong and taken a liking to his potential.
This gesture was perhaps a form of investment, a sign that he thought highly of him.
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
The sun slanted westward, and crimson evening clouds poured down from the horizon, stretching the shadows of the roadside trees long and thin.
Some trainees walked in groups, while others headed alone toward the dormitories or cafeteria.
No one chose to go out.
The Snake Heart Sect placed few restrictions on its trainees. They could leave whenever they wanted.
However, before cultivating the power of qi and blood and becoming true Secret Martial Artists,
they had to have their blood drawn and verify their human identities before leaving, lest they had been transformed by Black Blood Species.
The process was extremely cumbersome. Unless they had urgent business, ordinary trainees would not choose to go out before cultivating the power of qi and blood.
"How did it go this time? Was everything smooth?"
At a corner of the teaching building, two figures stood side by side, gazing into the distance.
They were Wang Luo and Lin Tong.
Wang Luo was the one who spoke.
"Blood Slaves have been running rampant in Qirong City lately. It has been confirmed