Originally, after experiencing the pain that was worse than death, Gongxi Batian had already given up on the idea of relying on the demon spirit pill to increase the strength of his clansmen. However, when he heard that Ling Chuxi had another way to avoid suffering such pain, the old man immediately had an idea. He had already felt the benefits of the residual medicinal power of the demon spirit pill. If all the clansmen could safely absorb the medicinal power for their own use, the rise of the entire Gongxi clan was only a matter of time.
"Let go, let go first." Ling Chuxi had been out adventuring for so many years, but this was the first time she had encountered such a situation. Seeing the old man's snot and tears as he begged piteously, she could not get used to it.
"I won't let go. If my Lord doesn't agree, I won't let go even if I die in front of you." The old man tugged at Ling Chuxi's trousers and started to act shamelessly like a child.
