Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat as if he'd caught onto something, but before he could think further, hou guanqi asked,"Brother Lin, can you teach us how to condense the consciousness pill fire?"
Normally, people wouldn't say things like that-there was a price to pay for any refinement fire method, but hou guanqi knew that his relationship with Lin Yi wasn't normal. He could even give Lin Yi spiritual roots so casually, so he probably wouldn't keep the refinement fire method to himself.
Hou guanqi had already felt that the spirit sense pill fire was the key to making the spirit tempering pill. If he couldn't control the spirit sense pill fire, he would have to use the spirit sense grass in his hand directly.
