The bright moon was half in the late autumn.
……
Li Chu was quietly taking Chi-amassing pills in his room, feeling every wisp of Qi entering his body and turning into insignificant bits of spiritual power.
Although it was slow, it was steady.
A steady happiness.
Zhao liangchen had already finished his one thousand Chi-amassing pills. The pills he was taking now were his reward for selling the Thunderstruck wood.
Previously, old Chen had told him that the price of the Thunderstruck wood was at least three thousand Chi-amassing pills and above. In fact, he had deliberately lowered his expectations.
The reason was simple. The higher one's expectations were, the more difficult it would be to exceed them. It would simply increase the difficulty of doing business.
This time, the Thunderstruck wood was sold for eight thousand pieces.
It had greatly exceeded his expectations and Li Chu was very satisfied.
