Fan Wubing laughed, "Master, please rest assured, the least valuable thing about me is my lifespan."
Generally speaking, a person's Pure Blood Qi is about one ten-thousandth of their total blood energy.
So, what is one ten-thousandth of 470 zetts, or 4.7 zeps?
4.7 zetts!
47 quadrillions!
Still a magnitude that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Luo Qingyao, through the Dao Marriage Shackles, felt Fan Wubing's life force as if facing the cosmic starry sky—it was definitely no joke.
Because in this world, there simply wasn't anyone with blood energy comparable to his.
Fan Wubing, facing Yushan Daoist who had guided him onto the right path, spared nothing, giving generously and shedding blood for him.
If Yushan Daoist had not taken him as a disciple, he might have already died in various accidents in Kuiyu City back then.
This grace of mentorship is impossible to repay.
Yushan Daoist felt the continuous surge of vitality quickly filling his old emaciated body.
