Last night while lying in bed thinking, Master Yu Yang had already told Lin Tian about the various uses of the Chaos Eye from the bull.
As long as it's used properly, it wouldn't be a problem for him to reach the Late Stage Golden Elixir in a short time.
Now, with just one sentence, it was gone, and even if Yu Yang wanted to stop it, he couldn't.
Actually, Xu Beishan knew that this expedition was a life-or-death situation. If you asked him how much chance of success he had? He would just lower his head and not say a word.
Yes, not even a ten percent chance. But he was still willing to try, hoping for a miracle.
Humans are such optimistic creatures. Even without a ten percent chance, Xu Beishan had already laid out his cards at the beginning. And he haggled fiercely, don't look down on just three eyeballs—they're worth as much as the rest of the bull's body.
At this moment, Xu Beishan only wanted to give a thumbs up to Lin Tian and praise him: Loyal!
