"Then… then what do we do about this?"
At this thought, the middle-aged man's expression grew anxious. He was in desperate need of money right now, or else he wouldn't have tried to sell the bottle.
"Master! You're incredibly powerful, please save me."
The man spoke humbly, his tone full of pleading. Su Nian's fingers tapped the soul bottle again.
"There is a way, but I can't guarantee the bottle will survive."
"Huh?"
Hearing Su Nian say this, the middle-aged man was a little disappointed. He had been hoping to trade this bottle for tens of thousands, and now she was telling him it might not be salvageable.
His expression flickered, and he hesitated, but in his heart, he still trusted Su Nian.
Besides, what Su Nian had said at the very beginning about it 'claiming a master' still bothered him. What if this bottle ended up harming him…?
'Forget it, forget it. If the bottle breaks, it breaks. The most important thing is that I don't get hurt.'
