"That's right, you also know that us spirit alchemists have to concoct pills and research pill recipes. We're all very busy. Not everyone is as good-for-nothing as you, always looking around. You can leave first, don't waste our time. " An old man with a big beard said even more rudely.
"Alright, alright, I'll go." Qiu zhenwen's old face turned red and white, and he left with a flick of his sleeves.
Looking at Qiu zhenwen's face, which was as red as a pig's liver, Ling Chuxi's heart was filled with joy. In fact, since she was willing to show her alchemy techniques, she naturally would not be wary of this or that. However, she would not teach Qiu zhenwen. This person had bad intentions and a bad character. She wasn't a Saint.
