It was an inspection day. Bai Mo brought Li Wuji with him into the black prison.
"The essence released by the Core Formation devil whose Golden Core I half-dissolved has all been used to nourish medicinal ingredients."
"But let's not get into that."
They walked past the cell of the Core Formation Cultivator Bai Mo called Yi Si. The man's aura was listless.
The plant on his head had already grown four-petaled leaves and was flourishing.
Yi Si didn't even raise his head as the two walked past.
To have fallen to such a state, yet still be unwilling to choose a noble death over a disgraceful life, instead willingly cultivating medicinal ingredients for Bai Mo.
It was clear that even among Core Formation Cultivators, not everyone possessed an unyielding spirit; many still cherished their lives above all else.
Li Wuji suddenly spoke up. "Junior Brother, what is the name of the thing you planted on his head?"
