Don't mention him, even Director Nalan probably doesn't have such good things; otherwise, he wouldn't have invited him to bravely venture into Fushou Manor together.
Now Yang Xiao somewhat understood. No wonder those big figures could live so long. On one hand, they rarely engage in hand-to-hand combat using spiritual power, and on the other hand, they also have the blessing of good things like Life-extending Ointment.
His master uncle once hinted that there are many ways to delay entering the Nightmare World, but all require considerable costs. In Yang Xiao's view, money can also be considered a cost.
Driving alone on the road, Yang Xiao enjoyed such solitary moments. He lowered the car window slightly, letting the cool night breeze brush against his face, dispelling the fatigue of the entire night.
As he drove through a tunnel on the way back, Yang Xiao was flooded with thoughts, but soon he shook off his memories because he sensed something was wrong.