Hong Jinglin was sitting in his own house. There were three big bottles in front of him, and the three big bottles were filled with the three kinds of potions he wanted. To be honest, when he saw the cultivator in black pouring small bottles of potions into the three big bottles, he really doubted whether their potions would work. However, he soon knew that his worries were unnecessary. The other party's potions were indeed useful.
When he left the house, his body had not fully recovered. Now, his body had almost fully recovered, all thanks to the effect of the three bottles of medicine.
Hong Jinglin heaved a long sigh. He knew that he did not have to take revenge for the elixir in the future. To be honest, even if the cheap pharmacy gave him less medicine, he would have agreed. However, the other party gave him the medicine that he deserved, not a single bit less. This made him very touched.
