Meng Chong still felt somewhat heartbroken as he spoke.
He didn't have that many pills to begin with.
Meng Shushu rolled his eyes, mocking how he could even mention refining eighteen sixth-grade Spiritual Medicines.
But since his life was owed to others, a dozen more sixth-grade Spiritual Medicines didn't seem like much.
"How did you manage to provoke those people?" Meng Chong asked curiously.
"They found me and offered a generous reward for me to locate a treasure trove of Spiritual Medicine. As a Spiritual Medicine scout, I've taken on many such tasks and agreed immediately.
"In the end, I found the desired Spiritual Medicine in Yan Country's Sky Hammer Mountain, but they wanted to control me completely, turning me into their puppet.
"Of course, I refused and seized the opportunity to escape." Meng Shushu said through gritted teeth, furious.
"Don't you, a Spiritual Medicine scout, have any support?" Meng Chong asked curiously.
