The old man paused in surprise. "Have you thought it through?"
Cheng Zongyang shook his head slightly and stood up resolutely. "Let's go. I also want to see if your great Elixir can succeed with me as the medicine."
His posture was upright, and his eyes revealed a trace of determination and fearlessness.
The old man frowned, seemingly disturbed by Cheng Zongyang's calmness. He then snorted angrily. "Posturing! Don't think I'll let you off! Two hundred years of Lifespan is enough to let me take another step forward!"
After speaking, the aura around him rippled slightly, fully displaying his greed.
Inside the room, a large three-legged Alchemy Tripod stood proudly in the center. Beneath the tripod, flames burned fiercely without any firewood.
