"Sir, please let my family go!"
"Sir, spare them, I beg you!"
The two youths collapsed to the ground, prostrating themselves before Mel; Bonbi, whose mother and father were in peril, was sobbing violently. They remained frozen there; seconds ticked by, yet they didn't dare lift their heads to look at Mel. The screams of the two adult Physical Cultivators wouldn't cease; this was their sole method of struggling against the sheer agony of having the Elemental Energy violently usurped from their vessels. In stark contrast to them, Mel looked vastly more relaxed compared to his previous Elemental Energy assimilations; aside from a few veins bulging on his forehead, his vessel exhibited zero physical reactions. Was this a consequence of the inadequate Elemental Energies possessed by the shop owners, or was Mel's vessel steadily adapting to this brutal procedure?
"Sir, we are all Physical Cultivators. Please, spare my family!"
