Upon hearing from the Thousand Year Old Demon that he was also out of Breakthrough Elixirs, Zhao Rong grew worried. He paced back and forth, muttering, "What are we going to do? That's more than a thousand lives at stake… If we don't help, we can only watch as they rot to death…"
Just then, the Thousand Year Old Demon, who had endured a brutal war, suddenly offered his help. "Zhao Rong, because I have experienced war, I understand both the insignificance and the greatness of life. No matter what, I will help you."
Hearing that the Thousand Year Old Demon would help him, Zhao Rong was overjoyed. "Great! Then help me refine elixirs. Refine 5,000 Breakthrough Elixirs for me right now so I can take them back to the Ghost Hunting Academy and save those students…"
Hearing this, the Thousand Year Old Demon shook his head. "That method is far too outdated. We can simply clone them."
