Pure Essential Oil?

Traveling was absolutely tedious, especially when the only little Minotaur who could talk to him had spent the entire night working hard, then fallen asleep on the ox's back to catch up on rest, leaving things even more boring.

Li Ziran envied that shameless, carefree age a little. He wanted to sleep deeply too.

But he had just acquired a secondarily mutated eye, and he was too excited to settle down.

"Ah, my mental fortitude still needs strengthening!"

With a bitter smile, he thought, It's only a seven-times-mutated eyeball. Back then, I casually tossed a Great Dragon's heart to Medusa.

Had he even blinked back then?

Clang!

Just then, the frog at his waist suddenly began struggling. It was that old Cavefolk, clearly unaccustomed to his new form and desperately writhing on the belt.

Smack!

One slap instantly quieted him. Li Ziran controlled his strength perfectly, ensuring the frog passed out without dying.

As for why he did not use a potion, the fellow would not fetch much money even if sold. Cavefolk were the cheapest slaves on the Wasteland.

Although the Minotaurs were drowsy, the rhinoceroses beneath them were full of energy. After resting for the night, they were refreshed and moved at great speed. What had originally been planned as a day's journey was completed by evening, when they reached their resting place.

This was a temporary camp. There was no town here, and it could not even be called a village. They stayed because this had once been a ruin, and parts of its city walls still remained, enough to block the hurricanes sweeping across the Wasteland.

The closer they got to Hippo Ancient City, the more they needed protection against the sudden plunges in temperature.

Hippo Ancient City was the oldest city-state on the Wasteland. Even