"Great, great, in that case, I really owe Zhu a big thanks."
Finally hearing Zhu Fei's definite response, Xu Pengfei's body couldn't help but tremble slightly with excitement.
He quickly had someone bring Zhu Fei paper and pen and placed them on the table before him.
Zhu Fei smiled slightly and, without hesitation, picked up the pen and thoroughly wrote down the pharmacology of his original prescription and its uses.
"Alright, Manager Xu, keep this paper, and when you get the chance, give it to Elder Song of your organization as a token of my gratitude for the medicine he gave."
Zhu Fei was no fool; since Elder Song had shown him such courtesy, it was only natural for Zhu Fei to return the favor.
To Elder Song and his people, the information about the original prescription might hold great value.
But in Zhu Fei's eyes, it was nothing more than the most worthless, least appealing Spirit Communication Powder body-forging prescription.
