Beautiful Future

Bing Yang glanced at the wineglass, then at He Gaitou, before reaching out and taking the glass.

He was not overly worried that He Gaitou would harm him. After all, he bore no grudge against He Gaitou, nor had he entered the Ice Prison to escape his enemies.

He had come to extend his life.

"The chance of He Gaitou poisoning me is very low, because the Ice Prison Warden is right here."

After thinking it over, Bing Yang understood somewhat.

He examined the red wine in the glass. There was only a thin layer of it.

Bing Yang said, "My current miserable state is entirely thanks to the Beautiful Future potion. To resolve this problem, a mere gold-grade potion won't do. I've tried many times already. It has to be at least Saint-level."

"If potions won't work, then this magical dish will be even less likely to."

At this point, Bing Yang could not help but let out a deep sigh.

To survive and resolve the problem afflicting him, he had tried countless things. His final hope lay in a Saint-level potion.

Yet obtaining a potion of that level was exceedingly difficult. Bing Yang had once been gold-grade, but he had still failed.

To brew a Saint-level potion, one needed a Saint-level alchemist with profound attainments in alchemy.

Saint-level mages were already rare to begin with. Requiring one to possess deep alchemical expertise made it all the more difficult.

The Alchemy Guild of the Ice Sculpture Kingdom was powerful, but it did not have any Saint-level Alchemist Mages.

Of the kingdom's three Saint-level experts, the Royal Grand Magician was among them, but he was not skilled in alchemy.

In truth, once something reached Saint-level, it became much rarer on the market. Unlike gold-grade goods, which could still barely be