Zuo Qingluan snatched the bottle away.
Written on it were the words "Semi-Divine Breakthrough Liquid."
The black-robed man said, "If you're lucky, you'll be able to become a Level 6 Spiritual Lord."
Zuo Qingluan's grip on the bottle tightened.
The black-robed man said, "Feng Wu used to be weaker than you, but she's already become a Level 6 Spiritual Lord in such a short time. She's a rare talent."
Zuo Qingluan said, "Shut up! I know you're trying to piss me off by praising her!"
The black-robed man chuckled and wasn't angry.
Staring at the bottle, Zuo Qingluan took a deep breath.
"How much life force will it drain?" Zuo Qingluan's pretty face twisted.
"With your current strength, you can live to 100 years old. After drinking this bottle of medicinal liquid, you'll only have a quarter of your life left."
In other words, she would only live until she was 25.
Zuo Qingluan stared at the man in black.
