The Evil Race, at the border.
The bull-horned elder looked at Xiao Changtian in shock.
"Senior, did you just say that you have a way to help me recover?"
Xiao Changtian waved his hand when he heard the bull-horned elder's shocked words.
"Of course. Although your situation looks a little serious now, I can still solve it."
Xiao Changtian took out a cup from his interspatial ring.
Then, he put some sugar in it and poured some water in.
Finally, he shook the cup a few times, and the whole set of movements was as smooth as flowing water.
Following that, Xiao Changtian handed the cup of water in front of Niu Jiao and said slowly,"
"Old man, you should be able to recover after drinking it."
Taking the cup from Xiao Changtian, the bull-horned old man looked at the sugar water in shock.
This mortal sugar water that he usually looked down on could really help him recover his true essence.
