In the consciousness space, the results screen froze, and a rating appeared.
[Grade Jia Rating]
Jiang Che was not surprised in the slightest.
The instance's preface had spelled it out clearly: Li Qiubai was the protagonist of this instance. Keep him alive, and a Grade Jia Rating would fall right into his hands.
But when he saw the reward, he froze for a moment.
[Seven Aperture Exquisite Heart Pill] ×1
This...
It really had come.
This pill could save Yan We iwan, but only today. Once the Lower Origin Festival passed, the opportunity would be gone. And Yan We iwan would not last until the fifteenth day of the tenth month next year.
Earlier, he had wondered: if the instance really gave him this pill, could he take a gamble?
Now that it actually had, he no longer dared act rashly.
The pill itself carried risks. A properly refined Seven Aperture Exquisite Heart Pill contained the wronged souls of seven people. Even if Yan We iwan survived taking it, her mortal soul would probably be no match for those wronged souls in the future. Who would ultimately be in control was still anyone's guess. Of course, a pill obtained as an instance reward had not been refined by ordinary means. He could gamble on it not having that problem.
But even setting aside the pill's own risks, how could he explain where it came from?
How could Jiang Che possibly produce a Seven Aperture Exquisite Heart Pill with no hidden dangers?
The risk was too great.
From Jiang Che's standpoint, there was no way he could bring this pill out. At most, he could keep it as insurance for himself, something to save his life if disaster struck in the future.
He smiled bitterly, grief weighing