"Huh? Lucky break? What kind of lucky break? How come I don't know?" Hei Wuchang asked, puzzled.
Zha Muzhen didn't speak, just pointed at the Heavenly Tribulation Elixir in Zhang Xiaohao's hand.
"A useless pill? Zha Muzhen, are you sure you're not messing with me?" Hei Wuchang frowned.
"Brother Hei, see for yourself!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled, tossing the Heavenly Tribulation Elixir over.
Hei Wuchang didn't hesitate, grabbed the chaotic-colored Heavenly Tribulation Elixir with one hand, pinched it between his fingers, and examined it carefully.
At first, Hei Wuchang's face showed a trace of casualness, but as he continued to examine it, his expression became increasingly serious.
An hour later.
"This, is this a Heavenly Tribulation Elixir? No! It, it's a Dao Pill!!!" Hei Wuchang exclaimed excitedly.
Swoosh!
With a flash, he rushed straight toward Zhang Xiaohao, arms open wide to hug him.
Swoosh!
