"That Elder Pei wanted to use you and the other two Spirit Transformation cultivators to draw away the Mountain-Devouring Rat swarm. Don't you hate her for it?" Song Wen asked.
Mo Yexue said, "There is no bond of interest between her and me. I am already very grateful that she usually looks after me. As for using me to lure away the Mountain-Devouring Rat swarm, in a life-or-death situation like that, I would have made the same choice in her place. There is no question of hatred or not."
"Fellow Daoist Mo truly distinguishes gratitude from grievance."
A pool of blood surged from beneath Song Wen's feet and swallowed Zuo Hui's corpse.
Then, the blood swiftly flowed back into Song Wen's body. Zuo Hui's mangled remains and the bloodstains all over the ground had vanished without a trace.
However, another storage ring had appeared in his hand.
Looking at the two storage rings in his hand, Song Wen extended his divine sense into them.
After searching through them, a jade box appeared before Song Wen.
The jade box opened slightly, revealing a spirit herb half a foot tall.
The herb had ten leaves in total, each veined with intertwining golden and blood-red patterns.
It was a thousand-year-old True Yang Grass.
However, there was only this single True Yang Grass in Zuo Hui and Ji Lin's storage rings.
"Extreme Yin, is this True Yang Grass enough for your use?"
Song Wen shook his head. "Not enough."
He wanted to modify the Blood Essence Pill, and one stalk of True Yang Grass was certainly not enough.
Even if the pills refined from True Yang Grass failed to meet his expectations, one stalk was not even enough for him to experiment with.
"Why not come with me to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?