Duan Rong stepped into the cave, standing not far from Pan Yong and Chen Hu.
In the center of the cave, there was the same double-layered great elixir furnace from last time, but there was a small pit indented in one section of the second layer.
The ground near the furnace was already filled with a myriad of herbs and various bottles and jars, clearly arranged in advance by Pan Yong.
At this moment, Duan Rong's eyelids suddenly twitched.
He suddenly noticed a corner behind where Shang Xiangyu was sitting cross-legged, with two great cauldrons, in one of which seemed to be lying a person, whose hands, feet, and half a head were exposed.
Although Duan Rong couldn't see the face of the person inside, he had already guessed who it was.
It was the fool!
But Duan Rong couldn't understand why the fool was lying in that great cauldron and remained motionless as if asleep.
Some time ago, Duan Rong had heard from Yin Cong that the fool was actually Shang Xiangyu's son.
