"Sure, why not. You can do whatever you want as long as it does not spread too much." Cyril casually replied.
Just as he was about to say something else, the door to the room suddenly creaked open, alerting both him and Celestina.
"I apologize for interrupting."
A sudden husky voice interjected, trying to sound composed despite the speaker's excitement.
"I want to purchase the vitality pill from you directly. I'll pay whatever price you ask."
Both Cyril and Celestina turned to look at the entrance, where a bald man with sinewy muscles had entered. He wore a loose brown robe with an intricate sun pattern embroidered on its surface. With a gallant stride, he walked toward the sofas in the middle of the room, where Cyril and Celestina were sitting. His gaze fixed on Cyril, causing Cyril to scowl underneath his mask.
