Quinn Shepherd and Zechariah Lee felt a jolt in their hearts and quickly turned toward the voice, only to see a hand snatch away the small casket. The owner of the hand was a broad-shouldered, thick-armed man with a big axe on his back and a bamboo hat, sporting thick brows and large eyes.
He looked just like a woodcutter who had only just set down his bundle of firewood, yet there was a deep scholarly air between his brows—his attire and temperament utterly at odds.
The small casket rested in his palm, appearing delicate and tiny.
"Woodcutter Sage!" Quinn was overjoyed.
Zechariah Lee was shocked. "Celestial Teacher!"
On the other side, Chi Creek was still kneeling, furtively glancing up, his heart pounding: "The one who performed the blood sacrifice in Luofu Heaven and forced Furylo into Tu Bo's Pact!"
He quietly rose to his feet and began to back away, wanting to leave but not daring to.
Chi Creek, three-headed and six-armed, his body shriveled and gaunt, managed to lift his head and size up the woodcutter, sneering, "You want it? You dare want it?"
The Woodcutter Sage held the square, upright casket, looking it over and down. "Why wouldn't I dare? Your cultivation hasn't recovered, and your flesh is gone. If you were at your peak, I'd give you three points; but as you are now, I don't even have the urge to hit you. Here—"
He slit his wrist, and divine blood began to flow from the wound.
Chi Creek stared at the divine blood flowing from the woodcutter’s wrist, unable to hold back any longer. He immediately opened his mouths, and the blood flew into all three of them.
Having received the Woodcutter Sage’s divine blood, his shriveled, emaciated body began to swell visibly, blood vessels pulsing, his heartbeat growing louder and faster, and all his withered organs gradually revived.
His vitality surged, his face slowly regained its color, and he gradually returned to his original appearance.
Chi Creek could be considered a striking middle-aged man; all three heads bore identical features—sword-like brows and a heavy air of violence between them, likely due to his former role as the monitor-executioner of the Chiming Heavenly Court.
His aura grew stronger and stronger, soon forcing Quinn, Zechariah, and Jade Raxa to stagger backward.
Once he had mostly recovered, the wound on the Woodcutter Sage’s wrist slowly healed and stopped bleeding.
"Your primordial spirit has withered for twenty thousand years. Tend to it slowly yourself."
The Woodcutter Sage’s gaze remained fixed on the small casket, never looking directly at anyone. After a moment, he asked, "Quinn, where did this little box come from?"
Quinn replied, "Senior Brother found it."
"Him?"