"This spirit liquid..."
After a long silence, Qiongsongzi suddenly turned to Lin Mo, his voice betraying excitement he could hardly conceal. "If you can produce this spirit liquid, you must be able to produce more. Am I right?"
Lin Mo neither confirmed nor denied it.
He cupped his hands and said slowly, "I came here precisely to resolve this matter: to purify the dragon vein node and the earth vein spirit spring, restore your vitality, and restore your sect's fortune."
"Now... if I may be so bold, am I worthy of receiving an apology from a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?"
Qiongsongzi's expression shifted slightly, and his gaze moved to Qiongyuzi's face.
The stakes were far too high!
After personally experiencing the effects of the "bathwater," he already believed seventy or eighty percent of Lin Mo's claims. He absolutely could not treat him as an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
Kill him and seize his treasures?
He had best forget that idea immediately. If the young man had not even considered that possibility, how would he have dared to venture into the Divine Firmament Sect?
If they acted out of anger and strangled their sect's only hope with their own hands, how could they face their ancestors beneath the Nine Springs after their deaths?!
"Senior brother, I..."
Qiongyuzi was about to speak, but upon seeing the stern look in Qiongsongzi's eyes, he finally lowered his banners and stilled his drums. He seemed to age several decades in an instant.
He walked up to Lin Mo and bowed slightly, his voice low and hoarse. "My earlier attack was entirely the fault of my fiery temper. I nearly injured you, young friend."
"Now... I ask that you forgive me!"
As he spoke, the veins on his forehead bulged slightly, his aged face flushed red,