Soon, Philip put his cauldron away and held a small bottle in his hand.
He tossed the bottle to Aslan casually.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Philip’s forehead, indicating his strain of making this pill.
“Take this pill to heal your veins so that you can continue to practice,” Philip said, calm and indifferent.
Aslan was excited beyond words.
It was the first time Aslan had seen Philip making pills.
He could tell that Philip was a professional by his speed and movements.
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