Illusion Moon Sect, Moon Mountain.
Yang Zhenshan handed two Turtle Breath Pills to Master Jing Shui. Holding the small porcelain bottle, Master Jing Shui's expression was quite complex.
There was excitement, relief, and a touch of helplessness and desolation.
Although the two Turtle Breath Pills could allow him to enter a turtle breath state and extend his lifespan by twenty years, this extension was merely a temporary reprieve.
If he could break through to the late-stage Foundation Establishment during this period, he could gain another twenty to thirty years of lifespan. However, if he could not, he would simply be asleep for twenty years.
"Thank you very much!" Master Jing Shui still expressed gratitude.
Yang Zhenshan waved his hand, "No need to be formal with me, Master!"
Yang Zhenshan respected Master Jing Shui because Master Jing Shui had guided him in the past, and for that alone, he ought to refine Turtle Breath Pills for him.
