Jill Sinclair was dead.

Even Derrick Sinclair, the grand elder, had drawn his last breath.

Herschel Lancaster was decisive in killing people, causing the fellow disciples’ hearts to race wildly in shock. Even the grand elder could be casually killed. This eldest senior was really extraordinarily powerful.

The crowd had dispersed.

Herschel said a few polite words to Alex again. Then, he said, “My Hygieia Valley stands aloof from the worldly affairs, but its rules are stringent. Those who are not the disciples of this sect will be refused entry. Please forgive me, Mr. Rockefeller. I’ll take my leave now!”

Alex said, “Wait!”

“Is there anything else?”

Shochiku, next to him, said, “Big Brother, in fact, Alex and the others specifically came over to seek medicine.”

“So, you’re seeking medicine!” Herschel nodded. “Since you’ve saved Shochiku’s life, naturally, it won’t be a problem to seek medicine. May I know what kind of medicine you’re looking for?”

Alex said, “Dragon Blood Vine!”