An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Chapter 1092: Failure or success?

“Hmm?”

Dustin’s expression changed as he looked at the shattered cauldron. He suddenly became nervous. It had been so close, just a tiny bit away from success. Why did it explode all of a sudden? Could it be that all his hard work was in vain?

“No… It can’t be!” Dustin shook his head, his face drenched in sweat. He couldn’t accept failure, nor could he accept the current situation.

He began searching frantically amidst the wreckage of the cauldron, leaving no trace or piece of medicine residue unexamined. He was like a starving wolf foraging in the wilderness, fierce and desperate.

As he sifted through the debris, Dustin suddenly froze. At the very bottom of the medicine residue, a glint of gold appeared. This golden glint, compared to the surrounding debris, was like a beacon of light in the darkness, exceptionally bright.

After a brief moment of shock, Dustin carefully extended his hand, gingerly pushing aside the debris around the golden glint.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, with tension and anxiety, he slowly cleared away all the debris.

golden pill was revealed, clear and smooth, shining like pure gold, dazzling and

it’s done?” Dustin stared wide-eyed, both surprised and overjoyed.

of the cauldron a moment ago had almost made him despair, but at the last moment, the Life-Prolonging Pill

hard work in gathering so many premium spiritual herbs

“Old Drunkard!”

open the door of the pharmacy, cradling the Life-Prolonging Pill in his hands, and walked out excitedly.

commotion, the Old Drunkard, who had been clutching his wine bottle and taking swigs, turned around and was instantly dumbfounded. “Holy crap! You actually did it? I thought

the ancient records mentioned the Life-Prolonging Pill’s ability to counteract the Five Signs of Aging, it was merely a legend. Who knew if it was real

first, he hadn’t held

looking at the extraordinary appearance of the golden

Five Signs of Aging. Give it a try,” Dustin

a rush. At a historic moment like

to the backyard of the clinic. He picked up a hoe and started digging in

Daughter Red wine that the Old Drunkard had been hoarding for years. Normally, he wouldn’t even think of drinking them, but now, it