Killing in a Rage, Relying on Fortune Instead of Planning

"A Pan, don't be impatient. You are different from everyone else; you are unlike all others. But right now, you are still too weak, too young, and need tempering. I look forward to your future growth. For now, I'll give you a little gift..."

The mine was vast, its interior riddled with tunnels and branching passages. In one gloomy corner, beside cold rock walls, a tall figure crouched on the ground, speaking in a hoarse, deep voice...

A torch hung on a distant wall, but its weak light was blocked by layer upon layer of rock and could not reach his face, making his features impossible to discern. Yet his eyes glowed with cyan light, enough to make one's hair stand on end.

Though he was crouching, he still stood half a head taller than the youth before him. One could only imagine how towering he would be if he stood upright.

"Who are you? Why do you know about me?"

The youth was startled and uncertain. It was Pan Lang, who had somehow appeared here and been stopped by this person, who then spoke these words to him.

"Of course I know about you. You were originally of my direct bloodline, though some changes have occurred now. Still, the imprint of life will not be severed because of that. I know what is on your mind. Your friend has been afflicted by illness and injury and needs treatment. I can help you." "Take it!" The mysterious person abruptly swung an arm and tossed over a small pouch, which Pan Lang caught. Opening it, he found little beans inside, their fragrance spilling out in all directions.

The man added, "Take these back. Eat one each day, and the illness will be cured within ten days."

"Really?" Pan Lang became doubtful