Li Xin shoved the magic potion bottle into Qi Badao's hands. He'd already judged it on the way back: it was a potion that suppressed bloodthirsty tendencies. As long as Qi Badao didn't mess around, he could hold out for quite a while. Based on his understanding of Qi Badao's cautious yet tenacious character, there was a high chance he could endure it.
"I'll get you through the first three days. This potion is for critical moments—it can massively suppress the worm's instincts, but you can't rely on it. You have to overcome it yourself. Once you fall, there's no turning back. I might even have to clean house myself." Li Xin said. The potion's principle didn't target the host, but suppressed the worm, and it would build drug resistance.
Qi Badao carefully tucked the potion into his chest. Hearing the words "clean house," he instead let out a goofy laugh. "Swallow it dry, or take it with water? Hot or cold? Can I drink it with alcohol?"
