"How goes the progress of the Medicine King?"
Inside the Dragon Ascent Hall of Medicine King Valley.
A man dressed in black was looking at the Medicine King seated opposite him.
"I suspect there's an issue with your formula."
The Medicine King lightly stroked his beard, his brows furrowing slightly, "I have been attempting it for more than three years, improving it countless times, yet not once has it achieved, or even come close to, the effect you speak of."
"Could there be some error somewhere?"
The man in black asked in a deep voice.
He was wearing a black windbreaker and a pair of black leather gloves.
His face, too, was veiled in black gauze.
"Impossible!"
The Medicine King waved his hand and said, "With over a thousand years of heritage in Medicine King Valley, no one can match us in the art of medicine making! Pardon my bluntness, but are you certain that an elixir of immortality truly exists in this world?"
Immortality.
It was the dream of countless people.
