Bai Jun had been impatient to leave, but when his gaze fell on that globule of liquid, his eyes suddenly shifted, and he asked in a somewhat fawning tone.
"Senior, I imagine you have no use for this mixed spiritual liquid. Might you bestow it upon me?"
Song Wen raised an eyebrow.
Naturally, Song Wen understood why the man wanted the mixed spiritual liquid. In a manner of speaking, they shared the same interests.
"It's yours."
With a wave of Song Wen's hand, the globule of spiritual liquid floated toward Bai Jun.
Bai Jun hurriedly took out a jade bottle and carefully stored it away as though it were a precious treasure.
"Thank you, Senior."
"I said earlier that I would grant you an opportunity. Naturally, I would not deceive you," Song Wen said.
"Yes, yes!" Bai Jun nodded repeatedly. "I was overthinking things earlier. After I refined that drop of spiritual liquid, the immortal spiritual qi tempered all the magical power in my body. Even my cultivation, which had not advanced an inch in years, showed signs of a breakthrough. This is all thanks to your kindness, Senior."
Song Wen raised a hand and pointed into the air, and spirit stones appeared one after another.
"Young fellow, you're quite to my liking. Here are a thousand Supreme-grade Spirit Stones. They should be enough to cover your expenses at the Drunken Fragrance House tonight."
Bai Jun's eyes immediately lit up, and he hurriedly put away every last spirit stone.
"Thank you for your generous reward, Senior."
"A trifling matter. You may go," Song Wen said.
Bai Jun bowed and saluted Song Wen once more before flying away.
But after flying only a few yards, he stopped again.
"Forgive my boldness, Senior, but are you a corpse cultivator?"
Song Wen nodded