The betting ceremony came to a close.
The vast horse racing field began its recovery.
Simultaneously, a glass bottle appeared in Song Shuhang's hand. It was roughly the size of a canned beverage and contained a pale blue liquid.
This was the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops.
In the world of cultivation, this treasure was considered priceless. A magical tool with a spirit was an entirely different concept from one without. Injecting a soul into it would fundamentally transform the tool.
Song Shuhang raised the glass bottle and scrutinized the eye drops within. He couldn't help but feel like he sensed a faint trace of a law emanating from these drops.
