As Yang Xiao walked to the water tank, he was somewhat surprised. Instead of black potion, it was a kind of red liquid inside the tank.
"What is this?"
"This is a potion to restore Qi and aid genetic mutation."
Wanyan He leaned his head against the water tank, his eyes slightly closed, looking very satisfied.
"Is it comfortable?"
"Why don't you jump in and find out for yourself?"
Wanyan He didn't open his eyes, wearing an intoxicated expression.
He only needed to run thirty kilometers, so he finished earlier than Yang Xiao and naturally returned to the potion tank first.
Yang Xiao was a bit impatient and quickly jumped into the potion tank.
"Ah!"
A miserable scream erupted from Yang Xiao's throat.
It felt as if tens of thousands of silver needles were piercing into his pores, causing unbearable pain.
Hearing Yang Xiao's miserable scream, Wanyan He laughed heartily.
"Damn, you're playing me, not being honest."
