Yang Ming gave a wry smile; Chu Ning felt a sudden tightness in his heart. Had the speed of his elixir identification become too conspicuous?
Fortunately, he was disguised as an alchemist, and as long as he got through this trial and was no longer an elixir slave, it wouldn't matter if he drew attention to himself.
"If I don't make it out alive, I hope you, Chu Daoist, can look after my wife and daughter once you are free."
Look after his wife and daughter?
Chu Ning's expression was somewhat peculiar, but still, he said, "Yang Daoist, don't despair. Perhaps with good fortune, you'll withstand all ten trials."
"The hope is so slim. I've asked around; less than one in ten elixir slaves make it out alive. I realize this is a difficult thing to ask of you, Chu Daoist, since we don't share a deep friendship, but I have some spirit stones left with my wife and daughter. You can take those when the time comes."
