A faint, almost imperceptible icy aura spread from that drop of [Icefield Divine Dew].
Ling Zhiwang had never seen Icefield Divine Dew before, but he had worked in a commerce association for nearly a century and had seen a great deal. He could tell at a glance that this dew was extraordinary.
"This is..."
Somewhat stunned, Ling Zhiwang asked, "Fellow Daoist He, is this ice-origin jiazi dew?"
"No!" He Pingsheng smiled and shook his head, then lifted his Spirit Tea and drained it in one gulp.
Across from him, Ling Zhiwang looked disappointed.
Right now, all he wanted was ice-origin jiazi dew to increase his cultivation.
He had never expected He Pingsheng to bring out something so inexplicable.
He was even a little angry.
He felt that He Pingsheng was toying with him.
Thus, Ling Zhiwang's expression grew awkward and somewhat dark.
He Pingsheng set down his cup and said calmly, "This is called [Icefield Divine Dew]. It is something superior to ice-origin jiazi dew. One drop can fill an ice-attribute dantian, and it can also extend a cultivator's lifespan by a hundred years, regardless of their Spirit Root attributes!"
"What Spirit Roots do you have, Fellow Daoist Ling?"
Ling Zhiwang was instantly overjoyed.
A hundred years?
Not sixty!
This...
He sucked in several sharp breaths...
It was too astonishing.
For a Golden Core Stage cultivator afflicted with wisdom severance like him, it was an unparalleled treasure.
"My primary cultivation attribute is ice!" Ling Zhiwang took a deep breath, his gaze unable to leave the Icefield Divine Dew again. "Fellow Daoist He, just say what you want. I'll take this drop of Icefield Divine Dew. What do you need me to do?"
"Or what treasure do you need from me?"
Ling Zhiwang was now nearly two hundred years old, while