Lin Yi didn't want to talk to this idiot at all. He was still looking up at the stars. If they weren't on the ancient battleship, he might have killed this guy.
Zheng Tianqing didn't seem to have realized anything. He walked over and mocked, "What's wrong? Did he really fail? Or do you want to use the excuse of pill refining failure as an excuse to swallow the spirit herbs that others entrusted to you?"
Lin Yi turned to Zheng Tianqing impatiently and said,"Who are you? Do I know you very well? Can't you just quietly scram to the side?"
Zheng Tianqing's face stiffened, but then he suddenly thought of something and laughed. "You're angry because I hit your sore spot? I thought you were an amazing Alchemist, not only able to continuously refine pills, but also able to guarantee an extremely high success rate. It seems that was just an illusion! In the end, you just want to take the opportunity to get some spirit herbs, right?"
