Having said that, Su Shi'er beckoned and took two bottles of Sansheng Pills. Before Wan Jianyi could speak, he returned the remaining bottle of Spiritual Pills.
Had it been anyone else, he would certainly have accepted them all without a shred of courtesy.
Even in an Immortal Cultivation Holy Land, cultivation resources became increasingly difficult to obtain as a cultivator's realm rose.
The more one had, the less there was for others.
But Wan Jianyi meant well, and Su Shi'er regarded him as a friend. Naturally, he could not bring himself to leave him with nothing.
"I..."
Wan Jianyi was about to continue. Healing elixirs were not easy to find, especially Medicinal Pills suitable for Out of Body cultivators.
These three bottles of Sansheng Pills had indeed taken him no small effort to gather.
Yet in his eyes, they were nothing compared to Su Shi'er's life-saving grace. Not to mention that the man before him was very likely that familiar yet unfamiliar friend from his memories.
But before he could speak, the others behind him began speaking in turn.
"Martial Brother Wan, I think Fellow Daoist Wang is right! You spent no small effort gathering these three bottles of Sansheng Pills. Keeping one bottle in reserve is only reasonable."
"Fellow Daoist Wang is injured. We should all lend a hand. There are several of us here—we can't possibly make you bear the whole burden alone!"
"I have a bottle of Fifth-Rank Blood Return Pills here. Their grade is a little lacking, only Low-Grade Spirit Pills, but they are still rare blood-replenishing elixirs. They can help Fellow Daoist Wang recover some of his physical body injuries!"
"I have two Fifth-Rank Spirit Nourishing Pills here as well. They can help a cultivator mend injuries to the divine sense!"
Several people rushed