Chen Feng woke up early.
At his level of cultivation, sleep was merely a superficial aspect; just two hours a day were enough for him to recover to his peak state.
Usually, by this time, Chen Feng would be resting leisurely on the deck, but today was different. The Undead Mage appeared before him without being summoned.
Inside the cabin.
The hooded Undead Mage stood before Chen Feng, its face withered and dry like old tree roots, marked by the passage of time.
Unlike the other summoned beasts, the Undead Mage possessed formidable spellcasting abilities, enabling it to break through dimensions and appear before Chen Feng voluntarily.
"Is it ready?" Chen Feng asked calmly, looking at the mage.
The Undead Mage extended its hand, and a dark pill appeared before Chen Feng. It wasn't the imagined grandeur encircled by Dragon Qi, as dazzling as a flame pill, but rather ordinary, like a simple tablet.
The Dragon Blood potion?
