"Hahahahahaha! Good apprentice! I am truly delighted that you have such enlightenment!"
The Evil Pharmacist laughed loudly, revealing a mouthful of decayed and rotten yellow teeth.
Then, he suddenly seemed to remember something, his gaze becoming a bit mysterious: "Wait... you came to see me today just to say this?"
"Yes."
The young man spoke word by word: "I have figured it out. There's no need to wait three years. I plan to accept my fate now and obediently offer my Demon Blood to my mentor."
"What!? You... have you really accepted your fate? Are you done fighting for the future?"
The Evil Pharmacist's eyes burned with half delight, half doubt.
"But I have a condition."
The young man spoke again: "I want my mentor to spare Rong'er and make a blood oath to never harm Rong'er in this life."
"Tsk tsk, good apprentice, I never expected that ultimately, what truly controlled you would not be my Demon Might, but that little girl Rong'er!"
