The Great Ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion looked at their bitter expressions and let out a soft, dry chuckle. "Do not feel poorly. To initiate our pact, I will grant each of you one more vial. You must truly understand the profound value of these potions. At our high level of cultivation, a single dose is capable of completely recharging our spiritual energy and suppressing the most severe hidden wounds, allowing our natural recovery to finally heal us completely. But for our descendants—as long as they possess a single lingering breath of life—this potion will drag them back from the gates of the underworld, fully restored."
He slid three more pink vials across the table. The three leaders quickly took them, their prior hostility evaporating into deep, respectful gratitude.
