"Do you still have an alchemy furnace?" Ling Chuxi asked Shi chenhua.
"There's nothing else," Shi chenhua shook his head. High-quality furnaces were rare even in the heaven domain.
"You don't even have an alchemy furnace, yet you still dare to pretend to be a spirit Alchemist. You even dare to boast that you want to refine some Hua Sheng pill. What a joke, what a joke." Qiu Yuehe finally found an opportunity and scoffed.
"You B * tch, shut up. If you continue to talk, I'll tear your mouth apart!" Shi chenhua cursed in anger. Although Qiu Yuehe's words were directed at Ling Chuxi, to him, it sounded like she was pointing at the Mulberry and scolding the locust. Didn't he also shamelessly boast that he wanted to refine the Hua divine pill just now?
