'Yeah.'
Given his current level and abilities, expecting to produce the most powerful Saint-tier elixir right now was simply unrealistic.
"Master…"
Alana looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and guilt, and Marcus immediately understood what she was feeling. He stepped forward, took her delicate hand, and gently pulled her into his arms.
"Silly girl, what are you so upset about?" he said with an easy smile. "It's perfectly normal that we can't get our hands on a Saint-tier item right now. Even the Seven-Soul Devil probably won't find one anytime soon. At worst, I'll deal with him later and take the Yin-Yang Panda Egg back."
"Mm."
Alana quietly leaned against his broad chest, her expression softening as she settled into his embrace. The ethereal beauty of her face and the faint, intoxicating fragrance surrounding her made Marcus's heart stir, and for a moment, the problem of the Yin-Yang Panda Egg was pushed completely to the back of his mind.
