Three days later!
Mo Wuxin, dressed in a white robe, came to collect the pills.
Her brow furrowed slightly, carrying a touch of melancholy, like smoke hanging on willow tips.
Xu Mu refrained himself from asking imprudent questions.
He simply took out three bottles of pills from his storage bag and handed them to the other side.
Although Mo Wuxin had given him hundreds of medicinal materials, it didn't mean that they all had to be refined. According to their agreement, as long as he could refine fifty bottles within half a year, it would be enough.
As for the extra pills, he could either keep them or sell them to the sect.
In addition to these pills, he also received a payment of spiritual stones.
Adding up all the benefits, it was only slightly below what Xu Mu would get if he sold them himself — it was quite generous.
