Lu Feng wanted to trade the last Awakening Dragon Stone for a sliver of life. He was gambling—gambling that the Blood Clan would not be willing to spend time restoring the patterns on the Awakening Dragon Stone, while he had remembered them clearly in his mind.
"You..." After Peng Xing took the Awakening Dragon Stone and examined it, he flew into a rage.
"I can restore it for you." Lu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression unruffled and carrying a faint confidence.
Peng Xing looked at the young man before him, so calm in the face of upheaval, and could not help being secretly startled. Such bearing and cunning were truly rare. At the same time, he understood the meaning behind Lu Feng's words. Since Lu Feng dared mention restoring it, he must have demands.
"Speak. What are your conditions?" A trace of consideration showed between Peng Xing's brows.
"Let me go. In three days, I'll restore the Awakening Dragon Stone and present it to you," Lu Feng said.
"Ridiculous. Do you take us for fools? Once we let you leave, you'll still hand it over?" Qiao Gaoyao mocked.
Peng Xing shot him a glare, somewhat displeased, yet he began weighing the matter in his heart. If they restored it themselves, it would take at least half a month, while Lu Feng needed only three days. After considering it, he replied, "Letting you leave is not impossible, but you must take this bottle of pills. Otherwise, how can we trust you?"
Lu Feng caught the jade bottle Peng Xing tossed to him, opened it, and gave it a sniff. Startled, he said, "Blood Spirit Pills?"
"That's right. Since you recognize them, I needn't waste my breath explaining. You should understand that these are addictive pills. Once