“I-I can hand you one of my bodily spirits. Then, I’ll be under your control, Xanthus offered.
Jared shook his head. “You’re a Sixth Level Tribulator cultivator. Even if you were to hand me one of your bodily spirits, I wouldn’t be able to control you. At that time, if I were to crush your bodily spirit, only your cultivation would be affected. Your life wouldn’t be at risk.”
“W-What do you want, then?” Xanthus had never expected the man to be so suspicious.
Jared took out an orange pill from his pocket and tossed it at Xanthus. “This is a poison, and only I can make the antidote. Swallow it now, and I’ll let you go.”
With the poison in his hand, Xanthus threw it into his mouth without hesitation. No matter the kind of poison, the most crucial thing right then was to safeguard his life.
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