Shi Kun’s lackeys were already prepared to deal with Zu An. The four stronger lackeys stepped forward to stop Zu An while the remaining one, the weakest, hurried over to give Shi Kun the medicine.

They had witnessed Zu An’s elusive movement skill and swift swordplay, so they dared not let down their guard. They brandished their weapons in front of them to create a defensive arc, aiming not to bring down Zu An but just to keep him at bay.

Zu An tried to break their line numerous times, but he was forced to retreat each time. Each of these four lackeys were stronger than him in terms of cultivation rank, so it was hard for him to bypass them with a forceful charge.

By then, the weakest subordinate had already reached Shi Kun and was offering him the pill. Tears and snot dribbled liberally down Shi Kun’s face from the sheer pain. If someone had told him that eating shit could alleviate his suffering, he would probably have done so without any hesitation.

He swallowed the pill right away, and a moment later, his pain really began to subside. While it didn’t disappear entirely, it had at least receded to a barely-tolerable level.

“Why would you have a pill like this?” Shi Kun’s face was drenched...