"What kind of elixir is this?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Ji leapt out as if he had been a cat with his tail stepped on.
His face was filled with anger and ferocity, and he roared loudly:
"Bold scoundrel! The Saintess bestows elixir upon you, it is a blessing from your past lives, and yet you dare to question the Saintess instead of kneeling to thank her. Do you even realize this is a divine opportunity? Your behavior is simply courting death!"
His voice was piercing and resounded in all directions, with each word carrying endless anger and accusations.
Yet, Lin Lang seemed oblivious to Wu Ji's noise, as if he were just a buzzing fly, not even worth his distraction.
His gaze remained fixed on the Saintess, continuing to speak neither arrogantly nor servilely:
"This elixir does not contain ingredients to open meridians, does it? Concerning my own safety, if you don't clarify its origin and effects, how can I rashly consume it?"
