"It doesn't taste half bad," commented Liu Rushuang, as she chewed.
These were the demon pills that her master had so painstakingly collected for her. She had to eat them all.
If she manages to go back to the celestial realm one day, she must really show her gratitude to her master, who never smiled in a million years.
"Go on, eat it. Why are you just looking at me?" Liu Rushuang raised her brows, and her eyes looked bursting with life.
"Shuang'er, what will eating this do?" Han Moze slightly furrowed his narrow, long, sword-like eyebrows. His sharp eyes that resembled knives squinted a little, as a conflicted and confused look emerged.
He remembered that the blonde man absorbed a lot of inner breath from the demons' bodies. Then, he gathered the breath in his palms to create the ball in his very hands.
