Gradually.
The youth's already pale cheeks turned as white as a corpse.
No one knew if he had given up resisting.
His hand left the sword hilt.
With a calm face, he said, "Master, do you want the Demon Blood in your disciple's body?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing these words, even the Evil Pharmacist, who had completely fallen into madness, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
"You... you know?"
"Of course your disciple knows."
The youth straightened his chest, doing his best to appear confident. "On this journey east, countless righteous hypocrites and heretical cultists have wanted the Demon Blood in my body, but they all failed. Do you know why?"
"Oh?"
Hearing this, the Evil Pharmacist raised an eyebrow, "Could it be that your mother protected you all the way?"
"My mother is indeed powerful, but with continuous pursuit and limited strength, she couldn't always protect me completely."
"Thus, there were actually two times when your disciple fell into the hands of evildoers."
