The Magic Potion that was concocted should have been bitter.
The white-haired girl lowered her head to glance at the cup, and then looked up at Ahtal's gentle smile, wondering if there was something wrong with Ahtal's sense of taste.
"After I recover tomorrow, I will leave." Xi Mu spoke, interrupting the girl's train of thought, and the girl cast a glance at Ahtal with a cold look in her eyes that contained a hint of dissatisfaction, as if to say, "You know you're bringing trouble to me."
After encountering danger, Ahtal had immediately ridden to her house, which obviously could cause her trouble, but considering that she and Ahtal were already allies,
she tacitly agreed to let Ahtal stay.
"It's better to use the Sword of Light sparingly." She looked at the Sword of Light placed next to Xi Mu's bed and reminded him in a cold voice,
