Below the stage.
In the middle of the crowd.
A figure narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with hatred.
"Bastard, you ate my Blood-Connecting Pill and still dare to make such a grand spectacle of yourself. Do you really think I'm dead?"
"You took what was mine. I'll make you spit it back out a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times over. If you can't, then I'll take the lives of your whole family in exchange!"
"Kid, you won't be cocky for much longer."
He gave a cold snort, then vanished into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
Elsewhere.
After coming down from the stage, He An was surrounded once again.
Quite a few people coveted the Inner Growth Pill in his hand, but they didn't dare seize it in broad daylight. They could only bring out precious items and try to trade for it.
He An turned them all down, one by one.
In his heart, nothing mattered more than helping his eldest brother regenerate his lost limb.
Everything was ready now. All that remained was the final touch.
His eldest brother only needed to cultivate the Inner Body Nourishing Art to Entry Level before he could use the Inner Growth Pill.
In less than a year, his lost limb would surely be restored.
By then, with the remaining medicinal power, his eldest brother's strength would also improve further. Combined with the last Blood-Connecting Pill, entering the ranks would be just around the corner.
On the way home.
He Ping's throat worked, as if he had a hundred or a thousand things he wanted to say.
"Eldest Brother, you don't need to thank me. I know what you want to say. As long as you can recover, all of this is worth it to me."
"I know.