Pip clutched the box, tears streaming down his face.
"Master, thank you."
"Hold on..." Aaron Sinclair waved his hand dismissively, then said, "Pip, stop wasting time. Hurry up and absorb and refine the Spiritual Marrow. You can still be saved, but if you wait any longer, this wintergourd will have gone cold."
Hearing this, Pip nodded quickly.
"Okay, I'll do as you say, Master."
"Master, I'll go absorb and refine the Spiritual Marrow right now. We can catch up later." Pip's body truly couldn't hold on any longer. He felt he might die on the spot if he spoke for much longer.
Aaron Sinclair waved his hand.
"Go on, then."
"Yes." Pip hummed in agreement. His gaze swept over his clan members as he spoke. "You must all take good care of our Master. Do not be disrespectful in any way."
As Pip finished speaking, his clan members nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry, Clan Leader. We will take good care of the Master."
