"The Life-Creation Pot?"
It wasn't until Cang Wuzi mentioned it that Qi Xiu noticed the flawless white porcelain medicine pot, faintly radiant, held firmly in his hand.
"To my shame, if it weren't for this treasure, I wouldn't have ended up gravely injured and let that Corpse Evil Old Demon take advantage."
"Now I must hide under your protection, Daoist friend. Let this medicine pot be a token of personal favor to you."
Though unwilling to give up the hard-won Life-Creation Pot, Cang Wuzi reluctantly gifted this treasure to Qi Xiu to grasp at a sliver of hope for survival.
"How could I accept so easily?"
Having heard of the wonders of this Life-Creation Pot, Qi Xiu's eyes shifted, and he picked up the precious pot, storing it in the Golden Cry Jade Beads.
Is there really any embarrassment in this?
Watching Qi Xiu's adept and swift actions, Cang Wuzi's lips twitched, and he forced a chuckle.
