Clearly, he was the Evil Cultivator, wasn't he? So why did he feel that the person in front of him seemed more like an Evil Cultivator? A Ninth Grade Elixir—not to mention him, even their master had never seen one, right?
And this man before him wanted to use the Ninth Grade Elixir to prolong his life, just to make him die a slow and painful death?
"You can hold on, it's okay if you don't talk."
Min Yi crouched in front of the Evil Cultivator, his gaze shifting back and forth over the two porcelain bottles in his hand.
"But tell me, if I give you the Life-Protraction Pill first, and then sprinkle a little bit of Corpse Dissolving Powder on you, little by little, as an Evil Cultivator with a low cultivation level, how many days do you think you could last? One day, two days, or three days?"
"Ugh!"
The Evil Cultivator imagined that scene and couldn't help but burst into tears, but Min Yi promptly stuffed a rag into his mouth, stifling his cries.
