Great Benefits Have a Price!

Everyone present knew that dispersing one's pinnacle vitality was equivalent to dispersing one's cultivation.

A pinnacle martial artist dispersing his cultivation was equivalent to crippling himself!

The slightest carelessness would result in death.

Braydon Neal's body was still a little weak. When he stood up, he still needed the little fool's support. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Whitney Jansky's eyes were filled with love. She flashed toward him from five meters away in the blink of an eye and opened the jade bottle in her hand. A crystal-clear pill rolled out and was placed in Braydon's mouth.

"This is a Vitality Pill. It consolidates one's foundation and nurtures one's vitality. It has a miraculous effect on martial artists who have suffered a great loss in vitality. I'll get someone to send you more tonight."

Whitney didn't have many of these things with her.