The structure of the underground city spiraled downwards, and there were many monsters along the way. Fortunately, the black-robed mage's perception was good, and other than the magic bees, the three of them did not encounter any other danger.
There were even occasional gifts from nature, such as wooden treasure chests that were waiting to be opened in a corner. Opening them would give them all kinds of potions.
However, because it was only the first level, the quality of the potion was not much better.
Ji Ruo looked at the turbid potion in the glass bottle with disgust.
"How long has this been here? There was no production date or shelf life, and he didn't even know if it had gone bad. Was this the Buried City?"
The potion also had fruit dregs visible to the naked eye. At first glance, it was obvious that it had not been processed with care.
