However, all these Grade 8 Spirit Gathering Pills weren't hers. They were Feng Tianlan's. When she thought about that, pain shot through Feng Xiupei's body, and great discomfort arose in her heart.
"Based on the smell, these are definitely Spirit Gathering Pills." Su Ji had been quiet all this time. Now, he couldn't resist reaching out to take one of the pills, inspect carefully, and put it up to his nose. His eyes sparkled as he said, "These are perfect Grade 8 Spirit Gathering Pills. Fusion rate 99%. No side effects at all."
Everyone was stunned by Su Ji's confirmation. No alchemist in South Winds Nation could make perfect pills, not even anyone in the Flying Frost Pavilion.
But now, Feng Tianlan possessed, not just perfect pills, but more than a thousand of them. This could actually cause a riot.
