"Extremely suitable for a lady to take, not to mention preserving youth forever, but it's almost as good. I'll give it to you as a gift, my dear niece."
Zhao Jiwu spoke with apparent ease.
But his heart was bleeding.
For this pill was actually intended for his own wife; it just so happened that today was her birthday.
He had been preparing this gift for a long time, nearly two years collecting enough Spiritual Medicine, and then refining this pill.
He was planning to go home tonight and claim the credit.
But unexpectedly, something cropped up out of the blue!
Conveniently, he hadn't brought anything else with him today, otherwise, he would have been most unwilling to part with it.
Yet he couldn't not give it, as he was a man with a massive ego; face and reputation meant everything to him!
The crux of the matter was, with Zhu Rong fanning the flames here, if he didn't give it, he would be known as a deceitful scoundrel.
Damn, he really lost a fortune this time.
