Three soul bones lay quietly on the table, giving off a deep, mesmerizing glow.
Ye Renxin's eyes widened, his mouth falling slightly open. Each of the three soul bones before him was a high-grade treasure over twenty thousand years old. The torso soul bone, in particular, was a priceless treasure that even Titled Douluos would fight tooth and nail over!
"Xiao Ming, are you sure you want to offer these three soul bones?" Ye Renxin's voice trembled slightly. He looked up at Zhao Ming, disbelief filling his eyes.
Zhao Ming smiled faintly, his voice calm and solemn. "Grandpa Ye, you're the master of the Pill Tower now. I'll leave these three soul bones in your safekeeping."
Ye Renxin shuddered slightly at his words.
Zhao Ming continued, "At present, our Pill Tower consists of the Ye Clan, the Dugu Clan, the Angel Clan, and the Worship Hall.
"But ultimately, the Pill Tower has no high-level soul masters of its own. The soul masters of the Ye Clan and the Dugu Clan belong to their respective clans first, and the Pill Tower second. That goes even more so for the Worship Hall and the Angel Clan."
Ye Renxin fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.
Zhao Ming was speaking the truth. Although the Pill Tower was developing rapidly and accumulating wealth at a frightening pace, its foundations were still not solid enough.
For an organization to flourish in the long term, it needed a core force entirely loyal to itself.
To put it bluntly, the Pill Tower's current core force consisted of Zhao Ming alone. As long as Zhao Ming was there, the Pill Tower would stand. Without him, it would be nothing but a heap of loose sand.
"These three soul bones can be used to cultivate high-level soul masters