บท 386: Chapter 385: The Desperate Secret of Su Ran

"Hmm, young man, hold your horses; I have more to say, things you must know," Daoist Wang said earnestly, his broad hand still kneading the elixir, squishing it out of shape.

Watching the pill nearly ground into a paste, Su Ran's face was a mask of unease. Daoist Wang before him was an in-game boss character, who he didn't dare to provoke. All he could do was tolerate silently. In his heart, he muttered, 'It's just a little dirty. What doesn't kill you won't harm you. Easy there, you old coot, don't crush it. That's the precious thing that could save my life!'

"I await your explanation," Su Ran said, encouraging him to continue. His eyes never left the pill.

"Since ancient times, there has been a legend about the Ancient Mirror; he who obtains it will be touched by both fortune and misfortune. Whether blessing or bane - it's all up to fate," Daoist Wang explained, shaking the glossy, transparent elixir in his hand, a complicated expression on his face.