Xu Wanying sat quietly in his room. He didn't drink the divine-level potion. He was in his best condition after regulating his breath, but he didn't drink the potion. Instead, he kept looking at the small bottle.
Although he was spinning the small bottle in his hand, Xu Wanying's mind was not on the bottle. His mind had flown back to the first time he met Zhao Hai. At that time, they were enemies and he was a killer. A killer who had no future.
However, he was now a ninth grade expert and the manager of the Buda Clan. Whenever he went to the continent, as long as his name was mentioned, even those thousand-year-old great clans would give him some face. Now, he was actually about to become a divine grade expert. He was the second divine grade expert on the entire continent after the young master and was at the peak of existence on the continent.
