What she was doing was constantly testing the elixir for the mysterious elder of Beiming before it was successfully developed.
Mu Ge's gaze darkened.
Tonight, the elder of Beiming summoned her, could it be...
Clang!
A dark-bellied porcelain bottle was thrown, rolling onto Mu Ge's brocade robe.
Then, the elder of Beiming spoke coldly: "This is a newly refined elixir from me. Take it and tell me your body's reaction."
A flash of murderous intent crossed Mu Ge's obscure eyes as she looked up at the elder of Beiming. He sat on a couch, not looking at her, but holding a transparent bottle in his hand, inside of which a green light cluster seemed to struggle desperately.
For some reason, Mu Ge felt that the green light was Mu Qingge's soul.
This thought rattled her heart. She carefully observed the elder of Beiming, trying to discern some clues from his expression.
But his face was shrouded in darkness, only a strange smile could be vaguely discerned at the corners of his mouth.
