Strictly speaking, Sun Yaowen's line of thinking was quite noble. After all, only he and Feng Hao knew the detailed formula for the magic poison antibody. Even the Student Union Headquarters had only verified its effects, not the exact recipe.
In other words, if they both died, the magic poison antibody would vanish along with them.
What he didn't know, however, was that Feng Hao had already freaking given the detailed antibody formula to the Thief God Hall and his home back on Earth.
"Alright, alright. If you want to die, go right ahead. I, for one, haven't lived nearly enough yet!" Feng Hao shook his head, exasperated. He kicked open the cell door, took out a mechanical workbench, and carefully started removing their Soul-Locking Shackles. "Besides, I'm swamped every single day. Where would I find the spare time to research magical beasts? So, you can just keep yourself busy, old man. The most I can do is help out here and there."
