He bent down and bowed. He took out a crystal bottle from his pocket and placed it in his dry and thin palm. "Please believe that we are very sincere."
Aoba took the crystal bottle, and the black-robed man slowly retreated and disappeared around the corner.
It was an empty crystal bottle. When he opened the lid, he could smell the faint fragrance of flowers. It had once been used to hold potions.
Aoba took a closer sniff and found it familiar.
Concealment Potion.
The snowy mountain was really huge.
They walked for a long time.
Looking ahead, there was an endless downhill path. Looking back, the tall mountain was still behind him.
Fang Ping walked in the group.
The sky gradually darkened. The layers of snow around him became thinner and thinner, and the weeds grew taller and taller. They could block half a person. There were too many blind spots in his vision, so Fang Ping was unwilling to take the risk to investigate.
