As Charlie hinted at his reluctance to accept the medicinal cauldron, Master Vail felt his blood draining from his body.
This was no ordinary cauldron, it had been passed down for generations among the esteemed Mystic Harmony Sect, and had been used by dozens of patriarchs for their alchemy needs.
The thought of losing this precious treasure, which had been in their possession for thousands of years, filled Master Vail with dread. He knew that if he lost the cauldron to Charlie, he would never be able to face his ancestors again, knowing that he had failed to protect their legacy.
But now, with Charlie holding all the cards, Master Vail had no choice but to accept his fate. He knew he couldn't fight, argue, or even scold Charlie, who had completely outmaneuvered him.
Desperate to save his own skin, Master Vail knew that he had to give up the cauldron. As much as it pained him, he couldn't bear the thought of losing his life over an object, no matter how valuable it was.
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