Wen Hua and the grievously wounded Wen Rong ultimately still prostrated themselves at Meng Zhao's feet and became his subordinates.
Of course, such verbal promises were difficult to count for much. Now that Meng Zhao had suppressed them and they faced a life-or-death crisis, they had no choice but to comply.
Once they left Meng Zhao's field of vision, however, the sky would be vast and the sea broad; birds would fly and fish would leap, no longer subject to Meng Zhao's control or threats.
The world was so vast, and without the Divine Continent's godlike, devilish power of greatness, how difficult would it be to find a martial arts master whose cultivation had reached fruition and who deliberately concealed his tracks?
Thus, Meng Zhao had prepared for the two of them the Mending Heaven Pill, which he and several master alchemists had jointly deduced over these past days.
This pill was refined from eighteen secret herbal ingredients and possessed extraordinary effects. It could make up for the deficiencies accumulated in a martial artist's body through past cultivation and perfect its inadequacies. At first glance, it was an unquestionable miraculous panacea.
Any martial artist would pursue such a pill tirelessly, and would not hesitate to fight fiercely for it.
Yet this pill was exceptionally precious and peculiar. Only one could be taken each year. At the same time, if one failed to take another after a year, the medicinal power of the Mending Heaven Pill would flow back through the body and transform within the dantian into a Mending Heaven qi seed.
It would draw out all the qi and blood, as well as the essence blood, from the body of the person who had taken the Mending Heaven Pill, merging it into that qi seed.
In the end, the