"Thank you, Grandmaster."
Wang Tuan received the pills, clasped his hands toward Chen Jichuan to bow once more, but upon standing up, he tucked the three pill bottles into his robe and apologized, "With a formidable enemy before us, it is difficult to calmly refine the medicinal effects. I will wait until after this battle to take them."
With a formidable enemy before them.
Though the three ancestral figures appeared genuine, their sudden emergence made Wang Tuan hesitant to fully believe them. On top of that, offering healing pills right away—if poisoned—would spell their end.
Better safe than sorry.
Sun Zhenshan, observing quietly, soon came to the same realization. After some consideration, he too agreed with the approach.
The ancestral scroll.
Great Sun Golden Peng Bird.
