When Di Yao emerged from the Worship Hall, night was already approaching.
The setting sun fell across the Worship Hall's white stone steps, as though gilding the entire great hall.
He walked slowly.
The injury in his chest, the Divine Statue's scrutiny, Falling Devil Douluo's pressure, and the release of the Demon Emperor Di Jun Martial Soul had all piled together, leaving his face paler than before he entered the hall.
Falling Devil Douluo followed behind him. Watching his back, he could not help speaking.
"Kid, are you really not going to take the pill I gave you? It's not poison. It's a healing medicine used by the Worship Hall, specially meant to stabilize your meridians."
Di Yao stopped.
He turned around and looked at Falling Devil Douluo.
"I can take it now."
Falling Devil Douluo glared at him. "You wouldn't take it earlier, but now you will?"
Di Yao said, "Before entering the hall, I needed to keep my judgment steady."
"Now that the scrutiny is over, Qian Daoliu has made his terms clear. You will not make a move against me for the time being."
"Even if the pill affects my Soul Power, it will not affect the outcome of the negotiation."
Falling Devil Douluo opened his mouth.
In the end, he cursed, "You really make life exhausting for yourself, brat."
Di Yao accepted the pill and swallowed it directly.
Once the pill entered his stomach, a gentle stream of Soul Power quickly spread through him, easing much of the tearing pain in his chest.
Falling Devil Douluo looked at him, his tone no longer so harsh.
"Can't you trust someone once in a while?"
"I can."
Falling Devil Douluo raised a brow. "When?"
Di Yao thought for a moment.
"After they have paid the price."
Falling Devil