"Young master Ling, you've finished refining the Emperor-grade spirit pills that alchemy Saint Gu entrusted to you, right?" The old man could see that Ling Chuxi was somewhat dissatisfied with the two of them, so he could not be bothered with the polite words and asked directly.
From the old man's words, it was obvious that he didn't believe that she could refine divine-grade spirit pills, so he didn't even mention it and only asked her for monarch-grade spirit pills.
Ever since her reputation rose, Ling Chuxi had not been looked down upon by anyone for a period of time. She did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The two of them had probably spent too much time in the deep mountains and old forests and were used to looking at the sky from the bottom of a well. They did not put anyone in their eyes at all, so Ling Chuxi wanted to make fun of them and teach them a lesson.
