Mr. Bick was the most senior elder among the Blood Refiners here. He was over three hundred years old. Although his blood had never successfully evolved, it was infused with medicine and beast blood, allowing him to live to four hundred. However, since his Art of Blood Refinement was incomplete, he would continue to age despite his longevity. By the time he died, only bones would remain. Furthermore, each night brought him unbearable pain.
Mr. Bick was harboring a fire in his heart with nowhere to vent it. "Take that young man away from here!" he called out to Bo Gu and Meng Tian. "The books in this place are not for just anyone to read."
"No, Mr. Bick, let him read," Bo Gu replied. In the past, he had always heeded the elder, but now he refused.
"That's right, let him read," Meng Tian added with firm determination.
