Lixiang returned to the manor while Yueseyiran was busy shouting for people and making preparations.
The door to Aidela's laboratory was wide open. Aidela had drool all over his face as he clutched his staff tightly to his chest, while his black, foul-smelling feet were dangling in a bucket of water nearby—the kind of water used for brewing magic potions.
Lixiang secretly swore to himself that from now on, every single potion he had made would be completed right under his watchful eye before he took it away.
Chapter 65