Anwen apparently didn’t want to divide everything too clearly with the girl, but Bai Kongzhao was insistent. So, he had no other choice but to accept the white fruit and start treating his wounds. The frigid night had arrived by the time he was done.

Anwen was prepared. Instead of using that white fruit, he produced a secret demonkin medicine and opened it up carefully. A wisp of black energy wafted out of the silvery tube, which he duly inhaled.

He waved the tube at the observing girl. “This can help me get through the night, but unfortunately, it’s made from the demonic energy of a prince and can only be used by demonkin. Otherwise, I would’ve given it to you.”

Anwen tossed the tube to the side, but surprisingly, a figure flashed in front of him as the girl leaped over and caught the tube. She peered inside and then sealed the remaining half of her white fruit into it.

Anwen was surprised. Only when the girl had hidden the tube carefully did he realize her intention.

This demonic medicine was extremely valuable, and not many...