Xiao Yan was somewhat surprised to see Ming Mei. Her most distinctive Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils were gone. Though Ming Mei's eyes remained beautiful without them, they were like a painting that had lost its soul—beautiful, yes, but no longer possessing their former purity and unworldly grace.
"What are you looking at?"
"Senior, your eyes...?"
Ming Mei smiled softly. "I'm already someone with one foot in the grave. What use would I have for those eyes? I gave them to Qing Lin."
Hearing Ming Mei's words, Xiao Yan was momentarily speechless.
"I have some bad news for you." Seeing the atmosphere fall silent, Ming Mei broke the silence.
When Xiao Yan heard her say this, an uncontrollable look of gloating appeared on his face. He immediately sensed that something was wrong and cautiously asked, "What happened?"
"Ahem... Take a look at your storage ring."
With a thought, Xiao Yan inspected his storage ring. The joy on his face from absorbing the Dou Saint's arm first turned somewhat ugly, then gradually darkened until his entire expression was nearly completely gloomy.
It was all gone!
The medicinal herbs Xiao Yan had collected in his storage ring had almost been completely used up.
Xiao Yan's heart was bleeding. In the nearly year since he had left Jianan, he had painstakingly gathered herbs with the help of Yao Lao and Zi Yan, those two great trump cards. Now, they had been nearly wiped clean; less than one-tenth remained.
"Senior, this..."
Seeing Xiao Yan's changing expression, Ming Mei stopped teasing him and slowly explained, "At the final stage of transplanting the arm, there were still some imperfect connections. Moreover, the devouring properties brought by Nihility Devouring Flame also needed stabilizing. We had no choice but to use medicinal herbs as a medium. Otherwise, how