This Lin Qiongyu...
Why does he exaggerate at every turn?
Compared to Pill Master Hu's seventy-four Spirit Stones for a batch of Blood Burning Pills, his thirty Spirit Stones are nothing.
Chen Ye, however, didn't realize Lin Qiongyu's words were heartfelt.
He turned around, already wearing a distant smile: "Of course I can't bear it!"
Lin Qiongyu didn't know Chen Ye could be so unpredictable, his words stuck, but his face smiled even more gracefully:
"Taoist Friend Ping's craftsmanship is excellent. Back then, Chengjun's Red Flood Dragon Spear was also made by him. Unlike the seniors, Chengjun was obviously using the Red Flood Dragon Spear as a main battle Magical Artifact, yet he only spent twenty Spirit Stones."
The female cultivator spoke, her delicate face carrying a faint sorrow, seemingly displeased with Xue Chengjun.
"Oh. Thank you for your trouble today, Taoist Friend Lin. There will definitely be a reward another day. I'll go look for Pill Master Hu now."
