"No need, I just happen to have some with me," Chen Fei said calmly, shaking his head and refusing.
"Then please start, young friend."
Upon hearing this, Master Yuan Qing took a deep breath, his eyes flashed, and he stepped back.
With a flick of his wrist, tens of rays of light flew out from the storage bag, exuding a subtle fragrance and dazzling brilliance.
"Humph! Are you still trying to put on a brave face with your tricks? Well, I'd really like to see what kind of trash pills someone like you can refine for Yuan Jie! You think you deserve it?"
Yuan Jie glared at Chen Fei's back, his knuckles turning white as he cursed venomously in his heart, his whole body trembling.
Now, he seemed like a miserable person with one foot already in the gates of the underworld.
Struggling, yet growing more desperate.
Boom!
