The old man sighed, "After all these years, I, an old man, have been like a pearl covered in dust. I could only heal with Divine Blood, but I couldn't refine it at all."
"What should I do if I can't refine it?"
Ning Fan felt like he wanted to die.
Originally, he thought the old man had nothing, but it turned out he had a precious healing treasure,
capable of repairing the damage caused by two Divine Artifacts. Divine Blood can almost be considered a Divine Artifact itself.
But this Divine Artifact had been treated by him as a one-time candy and eaten.
Ning Fan helplessly complained, "If I had known, I would have tasted it slowly. At least I could know what a Divine Artifact tastes like."
"I believe you can do it. Remember the Divine Light test? You possess the Seven-Colored Divine Light that only Divine Spirits have."
