Fang Shuwen was taken aback. 'That direct?'
He thought for a moment and said,
"I don't think there's anything I particularly need. Oh, right, since you're from Divine Pill Valley, do you have any Elixir Pills that work as an antidote?
"If you do, I'd like to buy some from you."
"You just want... antitoxic Elixir Pills?"
The woman in white pointed to the box Ou Zhicheng had thrown on the ground.
"That 'Ten Years of the Great Dream' in there... you don't want it?"
"I don't."
Fang Shuwen shook his head.
"That thing is useless to me."
Elder Nong snorted.
"Miss, don't believe his sweet talk. It's an Elixir Pill that can increase one's Cultivation and Martial Arts experience by ten years. Who in this world wouldn't want that?"
Fang Shuwen shot the old man a look.
"With my level of Martial Arts, do you really think I'm lacking ten years of Cultivation?"
His words were blunt, but convincing.
Ou Zhicheng, in his desperation, had unleashed truly formidable Martial Arts.
