In the blink of an eyes, the tears in his skin glowed a faint gold before quickly mending themselves as though they were racing against time. Each time they closed, a slight wisp of golden fog would emit, filling the area with an intoxicating smell.
Luna's expression changed. 'I gained at least a hundred years of life span from a single whiff of this odd fog?'
Luna had a basic understanding of alchemy. After all, she had lived so long. If she hadn't had certain things to keep her boredom in check, she would have lived a terrible existence.
She knew well that healing pills, especially the greatest of them, had the added byproduct of adding to one's life span. This was obviously useless to Immortals who lived as long as their Dao Hearts remained intact, but to mortals… The pill Dyon refined was beyond their wildest imaginations!
