As Chu Qing drove, he looked at the things thrown on the passenger seat. He felt like he was dreaming. It was too unreal. However, his painful left shoulder reminded him that all of this was real.
Chu Qing's smile widened, almost to the point of gritting his teeth. The source of his smile was the ambrosia. He had confirmed that the bottle holding the ambrosia was made of Tao metal. However, his expression turned into a grimace as excruciating pain shot through his left shoulder, almost causing him to lose consciousness.
No matter what, Chu Qing had gained a lot tonight. Looking at the vast road ahead, he put away all his contempt for this world. That dangerous bullet and this bottle made of Tao metal were both silently reminding Chu Qing that this world was vaster and deeper than he had imagined.