Gao Tianchen stared in the direction where Ling Xiao had vanished, the medicinal prescription clutched tightly in his hand fluttering violently in the wind. Faint golden light shimmered across the handwriting on the prescription, every stroke seeming to flow across the paper with a life of its own.
"Millennium snow ginseng, netherworld ganoderma..." The pupil in his single eye violently contracted, "And... dragon blood grass?"
Just as he stood there in doubt and suspicion, a few lines of small print suddenly appeared on the back of the prescription:
Chapter 55