Ding Chunqiu felt somewhat afraid, afraid of encountering the King of Eastern Mountain outside, so he said, "Little Qiang, I still have some left, why don't I give them to you?"
"How could I feel comfortable accepting that?" Wang Xiaoqiang replied courteously, knowing the pill refining ability of Ding Chunqiu was just that of an ordinary Immortal Emperor; in a week, he could only refine ten to twenty pills. Wang Xiaoqiang had three hundred pills himself, and a week was nowhere near enough time to refine them all.
"It's no problem. I've always said, the stronger you get, the safer I'll be. Is it not?" Ding Chunqiu said sincerely.
"Haha, indeed it is." Wang Xiaoqiang patted Ding Chunqiu's shoulder. "Alright then, give me your Qi Gathering Pills first, and I'll repay you when I have more resources."
