As long as those wrinkles climb onto his face, it will be the time his lifespan runs out.
"I hope I can refine the Rejuvenation Pill before that happens." A flash of fear crossed Shang Xiangyu's face. He had thought of himself as someone who viewed life and death lightly, but only when death truly approached did he feel the abyss-like terror and how it made one tremble.
"As long as the Black Blood Vine bears fruit, I can immediately start refining, I'll definitely make it in time." Shang Xiangyu muttered to himself, his features even slightly distorted.
At dawn, Duan Rong awoke from the stone cave.
He took off his dust-covered robe and changed into the blue Daoist robe from his backpack.
After changing clothes, Duan Rong tightened his waistband, walked slowly out of the stone cave, and along the edge of the cliff to a mountain spring flowing down the cliff face.
This was their usual water source, the nearest one available.
