Said.
He waved his hand: "Go back, the war is coming, and there is a shortage of pills on the front line, so we must not slack off..."
Speaking of which.
He paused, looked at the young apprentice whom he regarded most in his heart, and said softly: "Don't overwork yourself."
"Yes, Master!"
Danchen felt sour, fearing that he would show weakness in front of him, so he found an excuse to leave.
In situ.
Mo Huaiyuan looked at his figure. As he looked at it, his vision suddenly blurred, which immediately affected the erysipelas in his body. His body trembled and he coughed violently.
Every cough.
His waist will be a little more rickety, and the darkness between his brows will be one more layer.
"Master..."
"Get in!"
Danchen was about to come over to check on him, but he stopped him: "Don't look back! And don't tell others! Just...make alchemy!"
"……yes!"
Danchen endured his grief and entered the Dan Pagoda.
"Master... take care of yourself!"
"……Take care of yourself."
Mo Huaiyuan spoke softly.
It is caring and saying goodbye.
Both the master and the disciple understood that although they were only eight levels apart from each other in the Dan Pagoda, this meeting... might be the last time.
He forced himself back to the first level of the Danta Tower.
Mo Huaiyuan stared at the alchemy furnace in front of him and found that the patterns on it were a little blurry and he could not see clearly.
In terms of his cultivation.
This is absolutely impossible.
But now...
"well."
A sigh sounded.
He understands.
His end is coming soon.
"Can't die yet."
"I haven't seen that little brother come back victorious yet! I haven't seen the continuation of my Mysterious World fire yet!"
Shudderingly, he took out a jet black pill and drank it. After a while, his face suddenly became a little rosy.
also.
"There is one more important thing."
Sweep the sleeves of your robe.
The alchemy furnace is opened.
He took out hundreds of elixirs and put them into the elixir furnace, then sat down cross-legged.
"Thank you so much, little brother."
"I, the Xuan Realm, have nothing to repay, and I, Mo Huaiyuan, have nothing to repay. I would like to use this elixir to express my feelings..."
boom!
After the words fell, the alchemy fire in the alchemy furnace suddenly started!
Open the furnace! Make alchemy!
Refining the last furnace of elixir in this life is also the last elixir!
The antidote to the Marrow Pill!
Chapter completed!