Black Knight Old Eleven had gone out for twenty minutes. When he returned, he was positively glowing, as if he had drunk a bowl of deer blood.
But the problem was, Old Eleven had not looked ill before, either.
Of everyone present, He Jinqiu should have been the one taking medicine. Boss He's complexion had been growing more haggard by the day, and it looked as though he did not have much time left.
Yet the one who should have taken medicine refused to, while the one who should not have taken it drank it eagerly.
Qing Chen came to a conclusion: the Black Knights might have become overly reliant on potions to improve their strength, which was why they were short-lived.
Medicine was poison to some degree. Taking it every day was indeed extremely harmful.
If the Black Knight Order truly was a legacy Ren Xiaoli or Ren He had left behind on the Western Continent, then after the appearance of the Forbidden Sea, they too would have faced the crisis of being unable to complete the final Life and Death Trial.
Thus, these Black Knights had taken an entirely different path from the Eastern Continent. The Eastern Continent relied on Breathing Techniques, following a more orthodox path with a higher ceiling. These Black Knights, meanwhile, had begun using potions to assist with the Life and Death Trials, forcibly opening their Gene Locks. In the end, the potions backfired on them, shortening their lifespans.
Of course, all of this rested on the assumption that the Black Knight Order's legacy truly originated from knights.
Qing Chen asked curiously, "What rank is the Duke of Silver? Are dukedoms also inherited by non-blood relatives?"
Old Eleven smiled. "The Black Knight Order does not care about bloodlines. Once we set foot on this