"In most traditional Evil Sect practices, upon entering, a disciple must offer something to their master...."
"Master... Master, what do you desire?"
The young boy kowtowed again, "Qingling has been pursued by the Righteous Path scoundrels, fleeing to the Eastern Continent with nothing to offer, I fear I cannot present anything to my Master...."
Seeing the increasingly strange look in his Master's eyes, he bit his lip, "If Master doesn't mind! I will owe this initiation gift to you for now, once I have completed my training, I will definitely find a precious treasure to offer Master!"
"Ah, good disciple, why are you making empty promises to your Master?"
The Evil Pharmacist sneered, "Why wait for another day? Today, there is already a supreme treasure within your body that you can offer to me! Hahahahahaha!"
At the last moment, he couldn't help but burst into hysterical laughter.
The killing intent in his eyes was no longer concealed!
Clang!
