C503 There be a War Tonight

A drop of dew slid down along the leaves and landed on Ye Xinshang's upper lip.

Before the drop of dew could fall, it was quickly sucked into his mouth by the tip of his tongue.

What could a drop of dew do?

The average person hardly ever thinks about it, even if he's dying of thirst in the desert.

However, Ye Xinshang's mind shook, and his heavy eyelids slowly opened: With the dew