Old Dao angrily flushed the toilet several times before leaving, satisfied.

When the door was opened, the train lights were back to normal.

Although we were still going through a tunnel, the train carriages were lit up, so it wasn't so scary anymore.

Old Dao and I returned to our seats one after the other. The old master sensed our return and pulled his legs back in.

"Not bad, not bad, you're still alive! You're incredibly lucky!"

The old master chef spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"Thank you, senior! This is your magical artifact!"

I respectfully returned the sword to the master.

We were able to escape danger this time thanks to the help of the experienced master craftsman; otherwise, things might have turned out very differently.

The old master casually put the sword away, then took out a soda can from his backpack and tossed it to me.

"If you believe the old man, then make your friend drink it!"

I took the can and examined it. There was no production date or any markings on it; it was a product without any manufacturer's name, address, or production date.

I turned my gaze to Lao Dao and asked for his opinion.

"I believe you, I believe you completely, senior, I'll believe whatever you say!"

Old Dao took the can from my hand and pulled the tab.

"Wow! Plain congee! Senior, you're amazing! It's still warm!"

Old Dao opened the can, and I glanced at it out of the corner of my eye; it looked like porridge.

There was still a little bit of warmth.

"You just had a lot of your vital energy drained. You need to replenish it quickly, or you'll run into problems."

The old master didn't even lift his eyelids.

My lips twitched slightly. I already guessed what it was, but seeing Lao Daoxiang drooling, I was too embarrassed to say it.

Old Dao gulped it down, and after finishing, he wiped his mouth and let out a satisfied burp.

"Senior, I've finished it. The taste of this stuff is a bit strange, but I feel really comfortable after drinking it!"