When Jiao Zhenhai felt his parents' pressure bearing down on him, he quickly said, "W-Wait! He was the one who initiated the offer! Six drops of the Immortal Monarch's blood are already a lot! If I asked for more, he would've likely refused!"
His parents sat back down and withdrew their pressure after hearing this.
"Do you think he'll be willing to give two more drops of the Immortal Monarch's blood—if he even has them, that is."
"Why are you asking me? You should ask him instead," Jiao Zhenhai shrugged.
His parents immediately stood back up and began beating him.
Sometime later, Jiao Zhenhai brought his parents to Yuan.
"Senior Envoy, do you have some time? My parents would like to speak with you."
"Your parents?" Yuan raised an eyebrow as his gaze met the two individuals standing behind Jiao Zhenhai.
"My name is Jiao Longfei, his father." Jiao Longfei said as he grabbed Jiao Zhenhai's clothes and yanked him far away.
