“Your disciple is hurt that badly?” Axton was slightly taken aback and continued, “Don’t worry. His condition is not incurable. He’ll recover if he applies jet melding cream on his body for ten days straight.”
“Really?” Derrell was happy to hear that. “In that case, please sell me some jet melding cream. I can give you as much money as you want.”
“It’s not a matter of money, Master Derrell. Only our lord can create this jet melding cream, so it’ll take time to be produced,” Axton explained.
“Then please tell your lord that I need the cream desperately. If it can heal my beloved disciple, not only will I owe Medicine God Sect a favor, I believe the Deragons will also be very grateful.”
Just as Derrell finished speaking, Axton’s expression changed.
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