"Fellow Daoist He, do you have any of that essence blood left?"
"I want some too!"
"I can pay for it!"
"Me too, me too..."
Wei Zhiyi and Cheng Mushan also flew over to He Pingsheng.
Although neither cultivated the Great Dao of Blood, the Witch Race had just squeezed two drops of essence blood out of each of them. This was their origin.
Losing two drops of essence blood was a tremendous loss, enough to lower their combat strength by an entire level.
Thus, they wanted essence blood purely to restore themselves.
"Fellow Daoist He!" Wei Zhiyi said. "We're not trying to take advantage of you. We just want to recover faster so we can bring our full strength to bear when danger comes, right?"
He Pingsheng smiled, then took out two more masses of fifth-grade essence blood and handed them to the two men.
This time, they would not be free.
What a joke!
He had given Yin Xiaoyue hers for free because he wanted something from her. These two were different. He Pingsheng had to recoup his costs.
Neither man let He Pingsheng lose out.
Wei Zhiyi gave He Pingsheng some divine gold!
Cheng Mushan gave He Pingsheng a fifth-grade Lightning Attribute Divine Dao Pill.
He Pingsheng gladly accepted it. Comprehending the Lightning Attribute when he had nothing else to do would not be bad either.
"You actually have that much essence blood?" Hong Wubo, who was flying ahead, also slowed down and came beside He Pingsheng. "Do you have any more? Give me all that's left!"
He Pingsheng said, "Sure... what will you trade for it, Fellow Daoist Hong?"
"Trade?" Hong Wubo looked haughty. "I've gone to all this trouble to bring you treasure hunting, and you're talking to me about trading?"
He Pingsheng sneered. "What