Lu Zhen fell to the ground and closed his eyes.
Lin Yazhou snorted and turned back:
"With your Mental Power damaged, it would take a long time for you to recover. Although I didn't want to sever the path of such a youngling, unfortunately, you left me no choice," he spoke in coldness and turned his head.
"I have fulfilled the promise, Alchemist, and now it is your turn to fulfil your end of the term."
"This…" The Alchemist hesitated, looking at the fallen figure of Lu Zhen.
"What, you don't trust me?" Lin Yazhou raised his brows:
"If so, then forget it."
With a shake of his head, he was about to leave.
"No, no, Senior, I didn't mean it like this."
The Alchemist hurriedly bowed his head and muttered with a trembling voice:
"How dare I renege on my promise, Milord. Here."
Hesitation only flickered for a mere moment before he took out a golden pill and gave it to Lin Yazhou.
"Hmph."
