"This… how could this be?"
Ye Xiao raised his eyes to look at the dragon head. There were still colorless and transparent water droplets hanging from the dragon's mouth. He then looked at the mouth of the well, and there was only a thin mist that was suffused with a faint white light.
"Congratulations on obtaining the holy water, Patron." The abbot's laughter came from behind.
Ye Xiao turned back and carefully raised the wine glass in front of the abbot. "Master, why is this holy water this color? Why is it different from yours? Can this save people?"
The abbot looked into the wine glass with rapt attention. His expression turned grave as he held his breath. "This is really a situation that only happens once in a hundred years."
Ye Xiao was a little lost. So was this thing useful or not?
