To everyone's surprise, Xiaomeng actually agreed. That made the next steps much easier. Two full hours later, Xiaomeng had filled six supreme-grade spirit veins—he refused to pump any more, knowing that exceeding this limit would cause him to dissipate.
"True Venerable, this is my absolute limit. Although I did withhold a portion of the spiritual energy, it's impossible for the Magic Cube Realm to have run for a century without any wear and tear," Xiaomeng said with a pale face. He did not even use spiritual energy to regenerate his severed arm, deliberately putting on a pitiful display to win sympathy.
"Mm! I believe you on that point."
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