"This is for you."
Roger raised his hand, pulling out an alloy sword and a transparent medicine bottle filled with black ointment. "I couldn't retrieve your short sword. I had someone make this for you earlier. It's the most advanced alloy weapon from the Nolanka Group. Use it however you see fit."
He Ao looked at his old friend in front of him and reached out to take the alloy sword and the medicine bottle. "Thanks."
He lowered his gaze to the bottle. Inside, the black ointment faintly emitted a milky white glow. Under He Ao's gaze, it appeared to subtly squirm once, making the medicine seem both eerie and sacred. "Your external wound medicine has a new formula again?"
"Qiming Medical College holds frequent seminars. Everyone shares their research ideas and results, pooling collective wisdom. This medicine is effective for Transcendents above C-level. I've also made a weaker version for regular people. It should begin mass production after clinical trials in a few months,"