Two loyal disciples of the Drifting Sword Sect, already thinking about how to benefit the sect.
And themselves.
Naturally.
On the other hand, Old Tiger Zhao had been... magnetized the moment that kid Bai Chen twisted off the stopper of the pill bottle.
It wasn't the sound or the sight that got him.
It was the scent.
His nose suddenly gave a mighty twitch.
His eyes blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then his body reacted.
Not in the same way it did when he saw the holy swirl of Soft Serve Vanilla Ice Cream, no.
But it was enough to make his gut hum and his fingers twitch in longing.
He didn't know what kind of pill it was.
Didn't care.
All he knew was that it smelled good, it smelled expensive, and it smelled like it could probably do wonders for his body.
For a split second, he genuinely considered snatching the pill bottle straight from the Ji Yunzhi's hand.
Just a quick flick of the wrist, a gentle snatch, and an "oops my bad" afterward.
