Victor exhaled deeply while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His throat felt like sandpaper, his jaw ached, and he was pretty sure he had never spat this much in his life.
Despite only doing it in game, he felt like he was actually dehydrated in real life.
Before him, a line of cultivators stood with small jade containers, eagerly awaiting their turn. One by one, he filled them with his saliva, and with every drop, their expressions shone with disbelief and reverence.
"…I can't believe this is happening," Victor muttered to himself as he spat into yet another container.
Shen Mo's group had already taken a significant amount, and even Qin Lan had managed to secure a small vial, despite initially looking disgusted.
The other cultivators who had survived the chaos had quickly realized that if they couldn't obtain the Pond of Dragon Tears, Victor was the next best thing.
And now, he was their source.