Jiuli, Hejian Tribe.
The frail wizard caressed the white elixir in his hand, a look of satisfaction on his face.
As he swallowed the elixir in one gulp, abundant and potent life energy began to nourish his long-parched body.
The life force he had depleted through practicing the wizard's technique also began to be slowly replenished.
The frail wizard's body started to become plump, and his appearance, which seemed to be of seventy or eighty years old, gradually returned to looking like someone in their forties or fifties.
He reopened his eyes, letting out a long breath.
"You did well."
"How long does it take to refine such an elixir?"
"Half a year, plus a fortune in herbs," Han Zhan replied without hesitation.
Han Zhan's answer left Li Wu beside him dumbfounded.
Isn't this blatantly lying with open eyes?
He had watched Han Zhan personally refine this kind of white elixir just yesterday, and it didn't take long for him to produce a large pot, just like frying sugar beans.
