"Rest here for now; I'll go and keep watch around us."
Song Yun instructed and then walked towards the back of the stone house.
About thirty centimeters off the ground at the base of the wall, Song Yun dug out an iron box.
Upon opening it, there was a potion inside that emitted a faint blue glow, constantly tempting Song Yun to use it like the whispers of a demon.
"Fuck! What the hell is this thing!"
Song Yun expended a great deal of mental effort just to tear his gaze away from the potion; it was too domineering! Merely a glance had already made him deeply addicted.
What would happen if he used it?
Song Yun's mind was in constant torment; in his head, there were two little figures now, one an angel, the other a demon.
The angel was telling him not to use any potion other than what the system provided, while the demon kept urging him with temptation to use it right away!
