It was the very same Clear Heart Secret Medicine that had once been prepared for An Mingkong to relieve the pain caused by the excessive strain her ability placed on her body.
But Mo Youlian refused the medicine.
"Sorry. It's not that I doubt the effect or safety of Ms. Gao's medicine.
"On the contrary, I'm worried that its effects may be too pronounced and could weaken my willpower..."
Mo Youlian apologized.
Gao Luanqin understood what she meant.
The medicine could ease her pain, but that brief relief would only treat the symptoms, not the underlying problem.
Worse, after the medicine wore off, the contrast between that brief respite and the pain returning might be too much for Mo Youlian to bear, leading to undesirable consequences.
This wasn't alarmism.
As the saying went, it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but hard to go from extravagance back to frugality. The same principle applied here.
"I'm sorry."
Gao Luanqin quickly apologized as well.
It wasn't that she hadn't thought of that.
Gao Luanqin wasn't careless.
They simply saw the matter from different perspectives.
In Mo Youlian's eyes, as long as that Cthulhu Beast remained alive, three Saints—including her father—would continue to endure the pain of their souls.
Her special ability was one of the factors allowing those three Saints to hold on.
Given how important they were, and what they meant to Rune Civilization, Mo Youlian couldn't afford the slightest mistake in this matter.
But Gao Luanqin saw it differently. Sky Peng Horizontal had already found the crucial information needed to track down that Cthulhu Beast.
Gao Luanqin had absolute confidence in Sky Peng Horizontal—confidence forged by following it all this way, as it had slaughtered its way across the Otherworldly Space battlefield.
That meant that, in her eyes,