Han Elder remained calm and collected, pouring himself a cup of tea and lifting the white hair covering his face to take a sip. At that moment, David felt a chill run down his spine. Han Elder's fingers were as dry as iron bars, with only a layer of old skin covering the bones. And his jaw, now exposed, was wrinkled and devoid of any luster, like a crumpled piece of paper. His lips were thin and black, lacking any blood or vitality, and even his tongue seemed shrunken."Come with me," Han Elder said calmly, putting down his tea cup. David was terrified, knowing that the gap in power between him and a higher-level cultivator was too vast."Aren't you afraid of divine punishment for using living people as medicine? Even your fellow cultivators might not accept it," David said, thinking of ways out. If he were caught by Han Elder, it would be more terrifying than death."I'm prepared. No one will know about any of this," Han Elder said, like a dead tree trunk sitting across the table. Th
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