"I want to offer the guests who come here a chance to evade a fatal injury and fully recover."
He calmly watched the already formed lotus flower.
Placed it before his eyes.
Then gently blew—
"Hu..."
The gray mist encircling the lotus flower was blown by him into the distance, absorbing Spiritual Qi in the void to grow, quickly transforming into somewhat hasty-looking gray lotuses.
They directly fell in front of everyone.
"This item only requires you to inject a trace of your Divine Soul, and it will take root in your heart, transforming into a Substitute Treasure Lotus that can replace death and fully restore Spiritual Power and Divine Sense when necessary."
The cultivators could choose whether or not to accept it.
Some people were evidently hesitant—a trace of Divine Soul?
Could this powerful individual, whom they had never met before, be truly so generous?
That was, after all, the Divine Soul.
If used by those with ill intentions, one might become a puppet.
