"Yes." Ban Qianzhi looked at Lu Xiaotian with a complicated expression. In the past, although he had been dependent on Lu Xiaotian, his life and death were now truly in another's hands. According to the rules of the Demon Race or the cultivation world, he should call Lu Xiaotian Master at this point. However, Ban Qianzhi found it difficult to change his way of thinking all at once. For a moment, he did not know how to address Lu Xiaotian.
"Let's continue addressing each other as fellow Daoists. I don't care about such empty formalities," Lu Xiaotian said.
"That works too. Then thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu." Ban Qianzhi nodded, greatly relieved. Lu Xiaotian did not lord it over him, which made him feel much more at ease.
When he opened the pill bottle, Ban Qianzhi's face filled with astonishment. Compared with the pills he had previously traded to the other Body Integration demons, the quality of the pills Lu Xiaotian had taken out was undoubtedly more than a level higher. Clearly, Lu Xiaotian now truly regarded him as one of his own. Pills capable of restoring the Primordial Spirit were rare even for Ban Qianzhi in the past, when he had roamed the Demon Sea.
After swallowing the Spirit-Transferring Spirit-Clearing Pill, the pain in Ban Qianzhi's Primordial Spirit subsided considerably within moments. Although he remained terribly weak, his condition was far better than before.
The injuries to his Primordial Spirit recovered even faster than he had imagined. Even some hidden wounds Ban Qianzhi had suffered in spell battles with other enemies in the past were eliminated with the aid of such a miraculous pill.
Although he had yet to return to his peak condition, Ban Qianzhi felt that his injuries no longer affected his ability to fight enemies at