"How do you know if you don't try?"
Greg Jensen chuckled dismissively, then stood up, took out a bottle of Little Reviving Pills, and tossed it to Teresa Cotes, saying,
"Give these elixirs to the two of them on time; I estimate that in two or three days, they should be able to recover their ability to move. At that time, let's go check out Danxia Sect together."
"Impossible, I won't take you back to the sect!"
Teresa Cotes had realized that Greg Jensen was nothing but big trouble—bringing him back to the sect could lead to who knows what kind of disaster.
As Greg reached the doorway, he paused, not even turning his head to say, "Don't forget, you owe me three lives."
Having said that, he walked straight away.
Teresa Cotes, watching his retreating figure, felt her mouth twitching slightly in anger and shouted, "Threatening me is useless, I won't take you back to the sect!"
This time, Greg did not stop; he casually waved his hand and then left the side hall.
