"Glug, glug." Lin Qi drained a large bottle of medicine specially concocted by the Temple of Life using the sap of the Life Tree, then let out a heavy breath. The Temple of Life's medicines contained an immensely potent aura of life and worked wonders in healing all manner of injuries.
But whether deliberately or not, the taste of this medicine was bizarre beyond measure. It was like the juice of seven or eight kinds of wild grass mixed with spoiled, expired beer. The stench was simply worse than Donkey's urine.
"Fine, then. A single bottle of this medicine is worth ten million gold coins on the underground black market! And it's priceless even at that!" Mr. Mo turned the medicine bottle over in his hand and nodded thoughtfully. "Those emperors and kings would be more than willing to carry a life-saving medicine made from Life Tree sap at all times. Compared to their precious lives, what are a few gold coins?"
Lin Qi lifted a cup of honey water and washed the bitter taste from his mouth. Shaking his head, he grumbled in a low voice, "But this medicine tastes awful. Compared to the medicines we make ourselves, it's practically poison!"
Mr. Mo smiled and tucked the bottle into his sleeve. "Our Lady Mu Wei is quite generous. Although three divine artifacts were snatched away, she still took out a great quantity of precious medicines to treat the wounded!"
Lin Qi nodded, then touched his sunken chest.
To make the act look more convincing, Lin Qi had made that old fellow Chi Nu strike his chest with a full-force punch. And the technique Chi Nu had used was, astonishingly, the Thousand Mountains Demon-Suppressing Seal secretly passed down by the Heavenly Temple—undoubtedly a strange matter, since Dragon Cliff had actually