Asclepius took the Elixir of Immortality, drank it in one gulp, and the unreal feeling on his body slightly subsided.
Watching his great-nephew gradually regain the vitality of the living, Luo En continued to speak.
"Moreover, the sacred pact that remains in your soul can help you avoid Zeus and The Three Fates' pursuit temporarily. If you don't want to be captured by Zeus and turned into his slave, you will need to regularly drink the divine wine I brew to maintain the operation of the sacred pact and the vitality of your body," Luo En added.
"Is there no other way?"
"Not for now."
Luo En shook his head and waved his hand dismissively.
"Enough, don't ask so much. It's already good enough that you're safe from Zeus," he said.
Asclepius looked at the wound in Luo En's palm that had not yet healed and hesitated to speak.
He obviously knew what the so-called divine wine was made of.