One second, two seconds.
Zhu Rong's heart was incredibly complex, with not a trace of calm.
"I don't know."
Zhang Xiaofan smiled faintly and shook his head.
Just what grade of pills he could refine, Zhang Xiaofan genuinely wasn't very clear.
Since he wasn't clear, then the answer was definitely "I don't know."
Of course, even if he did know, he wouldn't say it today.
It's always good to retain some sense of mystery.
Don't know?
"This..."
For a moment, Zhu Rong didn't know what to say.
As an alchemist, how could one not know one's own level, which is to say, the grade of pills one could ultimately produce?
In Zhu Rong's view, Zhang Xiaofan must not want to reveal his true level.
"However, refining a fifth-grade high-level Nirvana Pill should be no problem."
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan said lightly.
"What! This..."
But when Zhang Xiaofan gave such an answer, Zhu Rong was completely stunned.
His heart was like a chaotic stormy night.
