"Hahaha!" The old man's voice boomed with surprising vigor, a stark contrast to his battered body. His laughter echoed through the cave, rich and full of life despite the pain that lingered beneath it. "To think a demonic cultivator would have a heart... that's got to be the biggest mystery in the world." His voice softened, his gaze losing its usual sharpness. "But yes... I know what you mean. Even the most vile souls value relationships — no matter how rotten they are."
"Save your strength." Wen Ran's tone was sharp as he cut in, rolling his eyes in frustration. "Just give me a recipe that'll help you recover... and your pill furnace. I need to concoct a pill for you, and after that, we can go our separate ways, old man."
