That evening, Sorcerer Randall returned to the Black Ant Tower, staggering. Upon seeing the person sitting in the living room, his bear-like burly figure stiffened abruptly.
"Ivan, you're here," he said as he walked in, his steps no longer unsteady.
"Mentor, I think we need to have a serious talk," Ivan indicated for him to sit opposite himself.
"I'm sorry Ivan, for making you worry again," Sorcerer Randall didn't refuse,
compared to when he was at the Mongna Ant Land Cottage, his vitality was clearly down by more than a notch, and the aftereffects of deep insectification hadn't completely vanished, causing irreversible damage to his appearance.
This also made him look even more disheveled.
Ivan took out a small glass bottle and placed it on the table, containing a jade-green potion. The stopper popped open automatically, releasing a rich essence of life.
"What is this?" Sorcerer Randall sniffed involuntarily, his expression lifted.
