Looking at the middle-aged man holding a knife to Xia Chan's throat, Luo Xiu's expression remained unchanged as he secretly channeled Qi to recover his Spiritual Power. When the Sword Spirit of *Dream and Asura* controlled his body, it unleashed tremendous power, but the cost was a massive drain on Luo Xiu's own Spiritual Power.
"Are you also from the Ye Family?" Luo Xiu asked, his voice cutting through the silence.
The middle-aged man's gaze turned ruthless, and the blade in his hand drew a thin, red line on Xia Chan's pale neck.
"Cut the crap and hand over the elixir!"
Luo Xiu's eyes narrowed, his gaze suddenly becoming razor-sharp. He could tell the middle-aged man was extremely nervous.
"Brother Luo, I'm sorry… Don't worry about me, just go!" Xia Chan cried out, her eyes brimming with tears.
Luo Xiu took a slow, deep breath. "Fine, I can give you the elixir."
As soon as he spoke, he produced the small wooden box and tossed it to the man without hesitation.
