A dark look hung over Chu Xun's eyes. What a cruel contrivance this was, to bleed the boy dry and compound it into pills.

Even from his height, he could smell the faint fruity aroma of the boy's blood. That must be the innate properties of the magical fruit manifesting.

"What a rich scent," the Grandmaster clutching the bucket grinned vilely, "The Young Master's words might be true."

Woosh!

Encouraged by what he saw, the Grandmaster holding ...