Shi Hao smiled slightly and said, "Since you're here, come quickly. Although we've used quite a bit, there's still a little left."
The young men in purple looked disgruntled, and a few had faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Humiliating, truly humiliating.
However, this was the Holy Spring!
With interests at the forefront, they couldn't care less about the burning shame on their faces and hurried forward.
But the spring water was already consumed, only relying on the spring source to drip, leaving the seven of them eagerly waiting.
"You couldn't have drunk that much; you must have hidden it!" someone suddenly said to Shi Hao and the other two.
Oh, right.
The other six nodded their heads and fixed their gazes on Shi Hao and his companions, their eyes somewhat chilling.
