"I’m not joking, did you think I could safely arrive here while carrying something like that? Carrying the Underground Holy Spring would make me the same as the meat of Tangseng, attracting all kinds of Magical Beasts… But I also did not dare to throw this thing away, in case something big happened. It just happened that I was so scared that I got a little thirsty, so I drank all of it without leaving a behind a tiny drop,” Mo Fan solemnly replied.
After finishing what he was saying, Mo Fan took out the bottle that used to contain the Underground Holy Spring, and threw it to Zhankong.
After Zhankong received the empty bottle, and looked inside as an odd expression appeared on his face.
_You… you really freaking drank it?!_
Even he, who was a descendant of a great military leader and had a certain amount of authority in the country’s politics, have never taken such a luxury before!
Zhankong took a few steps away in order to not fall over the edge of the tower.