Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang took out another drop of Divine Liquid, but Yang Wenxiao refused to consume it.
He felt he had lived long enough. Everything he needed to experience, everything he desired to enjoy, had already been fulfilled. Now, with Daqi stable and the world at peace, and with his descendants proving more outstanding than the last, he had no regrets in this life. Even if he were to die now, it wouldn't matter.
Death comes to all; forcibly extending life was unnecessary.
Furthermore, using something as precious as Divine Liquid—something so extraordinary—on an old man like him would be wasteful.
He instructed Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang to store it carefully; who knew when it might be truly needed in the future.
