According to the information he had devoured and digested, the black pottery jar contained a kind of peach gum.
Duan Rong returned to Pan Yong's cave, holding the small black pottery jar, which was only the size of a fist.
He stood at the edge of the cliff at the cave entrance, suddenly turned his hand, and a broken chain was in his grasp. With a gentle flick, he threw the broken chain into the mist-filled valley.
Duan Rong entered Pan Yong's cave.
Pan Yong's corpse had been cleared out, but the cave still reeked heavily of blood. Duan Rong walked slowly to the table where a copper mirror stood, and in the basin of water, the surface had already calmed, Pan Yong's face floating eerily above it, lifelike...
With just a glance, Duan Rong moved to the corner and uncovered a stone pot.
At the cave entrance, Duan Rong piled up dry wood and melted the peach gum in the stone pot...
