Qin Zheng recalled everything he had experienced over the past few years. The guilt and torment in his heart nearly made him cough up blood. If Su Jin had been by his side right now, he might have disregarded Wang Xian entirely and fought Su Jin to the death.
"Alright, you know that girl's temperament. Besides, saving Mu Jin means saving Xiao Jin as well. How can you be sure that none of Xiao Jin's other remaining clones have run into trouble?"
Wang Xian saw Qin Zheng's frustration and smiled as he comforted him.
Qin Zheng froze slightly. He realized that he truly had become a little obsessed.
Whether the threads in the cauldron belonged to Mu Jin or Su Jin, they had both saved his life, as well as the lives of Qin One, Qin Two, and the others. He could not disregard Mu Jin simply because she was Su Jin's clone and could be revived at any time.
Moreover, as Wang Xian had said, no one could guarantee that Su Jin's other clones, aside from Mu Jin, were safe and sound.
Only by ensuring Mu Jin's survival could Su Jin's survival be guaranteed!
At that thought, the frustration and anger in Qin Zheng's heart instantly vanished, replaced once more by concern for Mu Jin.
"Old Wang, hurry and check on Mu Jin. The divine liquid in this cauldron can replenish the life force she's losing, but it can't replenish it as fast as it's draining away. And this is all the divine liquid we have left."
Qin Zheng urged Wang Xian to save Mu Jin quickly.
The divine liquid in the cauldron had been given to him by Ancestral Dragon Ying Zheng. It had practically emptied Ancestral Dragon Ying Zheng's treasury, and Ancestral Dragon Ying Zheng could no