A drop of spirit liquid flew out of the jade bottle.
Song Wen gazed at the emerald-green droplet, his expression unreadable.
The Greenwood Spirit Liquid brimmed with immortal spiritual qi and held a peculiar spiritual resonance. It was indeed a precious natural treasure. But whether it contained a deadly poison or some other unknown danger remained entirely unclear.
Why not find someone to test it? It's not as though I have any good way to deal with it while it sits in my hands.
Song Wen acted on the thought. Before darkness fell, he left the inn and flew out of the city.
With night approaching, a steady stream of people was leaving the city, but most were low-level rogue cultivators. Those with distinguished backgrounds or profound cultivation had properties or places to stay within the city, so naturally, they had no need to hurry out before dark.
That, however, left Song Wen unable to find a suitable test subject for the moment.
He flew at a leisurely pace. After traveling some three hundred thousand li beyond the city, as the night deepened, he suddenly spotted a man speeding toward him, heading for Ink Wind City.
Oh! A cultivator at the mid Tribulation Transcendence stage.
A sharp gleam flashed through Song Wen's eyes. He casually took out a mask and fastened it over his face. His aura abruptly changed as well, giving off a faint trace of corpse qi.
As the distance between them narrowed, the man also noticed Song Wen. Wariness flashed in his eyes, and he changed direction while still far away, intending to avoid him.
Song Wen, however, flew straight toward him.
Seeing this, the man had no choice but to stop, adopting a respectful expression.
"This junior, Bai Jun, pays his respects to you, Senior. What