Honestly, the owner of the Infant Transformation Pill was tempted.
He was in his twilight years, and because he had indulged excessively in his youth, his vitality was depleted, not even the blood of the Phoenix Tribe could save him. This led him to seek a way out for his descendants, hoping they could cling to a Great Sect as their support.
With a Great Sect out of reach for now, if there was something to invigorate his Yang Qi that could let him feel good, it seemed like a viable option.
If his descendants were inadequate, why not just have more?
He felt his identity was well concealed and should not be recognized by anyone.
"How much for a drop?"
"Ten thousand Spirit Stones per drop."
"Words alone are no proof, how can I tell if the blood is real or fake?"
Meng Jingzhou let out a light laugh and took out a small porcelain vial, "That's no problem. There's a drop of blood in this vial. Swallow it and refine it, and you'll know the effect."
