"Fatso, are you screwing with me? Even if it was your Fuyu Mountain's Qin Kun taking them like there's no tomorrow, it couldn't have been used up this fast!"
Old Six Sun gritted his teeth. Five days, three batches of pills brewed—by his count, there were at least sixty Strengthening Bone Pills, each one specially measured. Even Qin Kun could only take one a day, even with Tiger's Tremor helping him digest it, otherwise he'd be poisoned by the tiger-wolf medicine.
He hadn't brought that many ingredients this time. For several prescriptions he'd only managed a few trials, and was almost out already.
Who would've thought—just a few days after arriving at Fuyu Mountain, and he was about to run out.
Fuyu Mountain was using the labor like they were trying to work him to death.
"Even if all my disciples used these, and none were sold or given away,
Old Six Sun, if you want to swallow your own spit, just say it straight.
No need to start stirring shit after just two days on the job.
