"What's wrong? Senior Brother Li, the thing we went through so much trouble to retrieve... it couldn't be fake, could it?" Seeing Li Huowang come to a halt, the nervous tension in Gouwa's voice was palpable. He desperately hoped the item would be useful; a sick Senior Brother Li was such a handful.
Li Huowang furrowed his brow and shook his head, standing frozen in place with the Black Taisui in his hand.
What am I hesitating for? The other side is just an illusion.
With this thought, he lifted the Black Taisui toward his mouth, only to stop himself abruptly once again.
Everyone in the tent could see that the newly recovered Senior Brother Li was deep in thought, but only he knew what he was thinking about. When Chun Xiaoman, having just returned from sword practice, approached Bai Lingmiao to quietly ask about something, Li Huowang slowly placed the piece of flesh back onto the Black Taisui.
"Miaomiao, how much gold do we have left in our travel funds?"
