"Pretty stubborn, huh? But I'm curious to see if you can keep that up."
Jiang Xuan pondered for a moment, thinking about what might make them open their mouths.
Suddenly, he thought of something—the sap of the Purple Blood Tree.
Jiang Xuan said to Nan Xing, "Get a pottery bowl and fetch some sap from the Purple Blood Tree."
"Yes!"
Nan Xing immediately went inside to get a pottery bowl, then ran to the forest north of the tribe and found a very large Purple Blood Tree.
This Purple Blood Tree had been growing for countless years, requiring three adults to encircle it.
Nan Xing used a stone knife to cut open the tree bark of the Purple Blood Tree, and the red sap immediately began to flow.
Nan Xing held the bowl against the bark, catching the sap.
There was a lot of sap from the Purple Blood Tree; he collected almost half a bowl before the wound on the tree gradually solidified, no longer oozing sap.
