Just then, Fu Liantao's hoarse voice sounded, "Daoist Wang, don't have any burden in your heart. Just do your best in refining pills. There is no better alchemist in the market than you."
However, Wang Kuo really didn't have the courage to refine pills at this moment. For a short while, the atmosphere became tense.
After many unsuccessful persuasions, Ban Zhihe finally lost his patience, "Daoist Wang, we have already paid you in advance. You have no choice but to continue refining the elixirs."
At this moment, Fu Liantao and his partner were like drowning people grasping for their last straw, causing Wang Kuo to feel even more terrified. He offered to return some of the payment.
But how could Fu Liantao and his partner agree to this condition?
Their lifespan was running out, and they had almost no other chances to make mistakes. At this point, Wang Kuo was full of regrets.
If he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have waded into these muddy waters. What should he do now?
