Darryl appeared calm as he slowly opened the clay pot.

Sienna, Olive, and the rest of the Sword Sect disciples surrounded Darryl as the air became utterly still.

Olive shivered in anticipation; she felt her legs weaken.

At the bottom of the clay pot lay a yellow-colored pill; its surface glowed captivatingly. The air was filled with light and herby scent.

What?!

He knew how to produce an elixir pill?!

Everyone stared blankly at the pill at the bottom of the pot, dumbfounded by Darryl's inc