"Master…this…"
He couldn't help but want to ask.
But at that moment, Zhang Xiaoman's expression was extremely serious. He suddenly raised his hand, interrupting Su Fu's words.
Despite the fact that he himself was incredibly anxious inside, his facial expression remained composed, as if everything was within his expectations.
Su Fu fell silent, a surge of hope rising again within his heart.
"Perhaps, I was just too impatient just now…"
Zhang Xiaoman then reached into his pants pocket and slowly pulled out a small bottle filled with a transparent liquid, his whole being exuding a solemn and reverent atmosphere.
Indeed, what was inside that little bottle was the scarcely remaining Divine Grace, less than one-third of it, which he had been reluctant to use!
Su Fu, watching from the side, also narrowed his eyes. He could sense that the young man before him seemed to be getting serious.
