C190 Qing Du Dan!

An old man with a head full of grey tremblingly appeared here. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as mountains. If he were to move even a single wrinkle, it would be enough to squish an ant to death.

The elder wore a silver-gray robe, and there were three bright star marks on the robe, proving his identity as a grade-3 apothecary.

Seeing the level on his chest