Primal Regression

Chen Yi downed the potion in one gulp, but did not feel much.

Before long, his soul felt warm, as though a force were nourishing it.

The potion was indeed miraculous.

After the effect lasted for over ten minutes, the substances beneficial to the soul contained within the potion were completely used up.

Soul Strength +9

Soul Strength: 81 (base 69, equipment +12)

It was a fairly decent improvement.

After putting away the potion, he did not linger.

He made a trip to the Blacksmith Shop and, under Nino Tudi's dazed stare, handed over the Yin-Yang Magic Robe, which had nearly become scraps of cloth, along with the Armor of Arrogance, whose original appearance was no longer discernible.

Nino Tudi pointed blankly at the equipment. "Hey, Kid Yi."

"Don't tell me these two pieces of trash are actually epic-quality equipment."

Chen Yi silently nodded.

"And don't tell me you want me to repair them."

Chen Yi continued nodding.

After a long silence, Nino Tudi finally erupted. "I'm a blacksmith, not a wishing machine! Forget the armor, but this robe is torn up like this. Did you, a mage, go fight in melee combat or something?"

"Otherwise, tell me how it got torn to this state!"

"And I'm a great Dwarf blacksmith, not a tailor!"

Chen Yi lightly replied, "They're all the same."

"Of course, you can choose to scrap them and compensate me with Copper Coins instead."

Chen Yi knew that Nino Tudi had forged robe-type equipment before.

At this stage, how could Mage Robes possibly be made from ordinary cloth?

Fire Dragon handed over three bottles of fine wine with an ingratiating smile. They had all been taken from a royal palace.

Their quality should not have been low.

Nino Tudi sneered. "My friend Fire Dragon,