Hand over all the blood ginseng essence?
The black-robed elder and Sima Shaoyu both shuddered. Their expressions instantly grew complicated-shock, anger, resentment, and a trace of undisguised panic-as though someone had dealt them a vicious punch to the chest.
They had spent so many days searching almost every hidden corner of Blood Dragon Mountain before finally digging up the mystic dragon blood ginseng buried deep underground, one stalk at a time. Then they had poured countless hours of effort into refining just that single drop of dragon blood essence.
Were they supposed to hand it all over now?
Sima Shaoyu was especially unwilling. He clenched his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks twitching slightly.
This drop of dragon blood meant a great deal to him-
When he eventually broke through to the Fusion Realm, he would need to refine at least two drops of dragon blood to advance smoothly.
His lineage would provide one, but he had to find the other himself.
He had finally managed to gather enough for one drop on this trip to Blood Dragon Mountain. If he simply handed it over, all the toil and effort he had poured into these past days would have been for nothing.
At that moment, Sima Shaoyu felt as though a knife were carving through his heart, the pain so intense it almost drew blood.
The black-robed elder took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly as he forced himself to calm down.
He glanced at Sima Shaoyu, who was firmly restrained by Chen Changming, and swiftly weighed the gains and losses.
The young master is in this man's hands. If I don't hand it over, he certainly won't release him...
His gaze softened slightly, and a trace of resolve flashed in the depths of his eyes.
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