In the room.
After finally calming down the two-year-old Little Zhuo, Sun Lingtong felt exhausted.
Taking advantage of Little Zhuo leaving the room, he moved his Adam's apple, and spat out the potion he had just drunk, putting it into a storage bag.
Tasting the potion with his tongue, he identified some of the herbs in it.
"Twenty-year-old ginseng, angelica, donkey-hide gelatin, astragalus, white atractylodes..."
"They are indeed all blood and Qi tonics."
But Sun Lingtong still collected them in a storage bag, not drinking any of it.
He thought to himself that his skill in the Alchemy Dao was not good enough, knowing that sometimes a great tonic could be a great poison, and sometimes mixing herbs could produce mixed poisons.
Sun Lingtong had joined the evil Bukong Sect, following his master through the world, with vast experience far beyond his appearance.
"Something is strange..."
"This Little Zhuo is only two years old, why is he so smart?"
