"Fellow Daoist Jia is a Pill Master?"
The one who spoke was a middle-aged Daoist, a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and Fang Qingyuan's neighbor to the left.
This man's name was Pang Yixuan, the manager of a business team that hunted sea beasts. He had a friendly face, but the immense aura of death and resentment clinging to him was extremely dense.
It was so dense it made Fang Qingyuan's nose itch. Due to his cultivation of the Qi Eating Technique, scents that others couldn't detect were as conspicuous as a firefly in the night to him.
Fang Qingyuan endured the discomfort in his nostrils and said with a smile,
"I wouldn't dare call myself a Pill Master. I just refine some powders to barely make ends meet."
Pang Yixuan chuckled a few times, his tone also quite friendly.
"Fellow Daoist Jia, you're too modest. Pill Masters are respected no matter where they go. In the future, I may just have to ask you for a few Elixir Pills."
