Seeing Lin Chuan accurately identify the two ingredients, the old man immediately understood, but he could not be bothered to pry.
He counted the banknotes and checked their security watermarks under the lamplight, then rang a brass bell to have someone fetch the ingredients from the storeroom.
Lin Chuan took the tin box containing the ingredients. After checking that everything was in order, he turned and pushed the door open.
Although there did not seem to be a suitable candidate for the Assassin potion just yet, it never hurt to prepare the ingredients in advance.
He walked around the customers waiting behind him, casually bought some spiritual materials and metal sheets for possible emergencies, then headed straight for the exit of the underground market.
Ademisaul, the "Monster" huddled against the wall outside, struggled to his feet and followed closely behind him.
After passing through several rooms, with only one step left before entering the Evil Dragon Bar, Lin Chuan stopped. He stood quietly before the concealed door, then turned to look at Ademisaul.
For Ademisaul, every minute and every second of life was agony, and there was only one way to end it:
A Monster potion, one multicolored carp's tail, and one silver four-leaf clover. That was all.
Yet fate seemed to have arranged for him to remain at the Evil Dragon Bar as half a Monster. Otherwise, Darkwill of the School of Life should have approached him long ago.
After a moment of silence, Lin Chuan suddenly spoke:
"Do you believe in fate?"
Faced with this inexplicable yet strangely fate-like question, Ademisaul merely stood there in a daze without a word.
He had never felt anything like this before. The phantom voices in his ears and the blood-drenched visions had all faded away.
For the first time in