"Lianxi, where's that pill king…" Even Wen Hou could feel his voice trembling; he was too excited.
He never imagined that his daughter was the one to discover that pill king, and she even got him to concoct a batch of pills.
"Pill king?" Wen Lianxi looked at her father in doubt. Thereafter, she shook her head and said, "Dad, he is no pill king, he's merely a pitiable person. That time, just so that he could survive, he lied that he was a pill refiner. In the end, I believed him, so I helper him. Afterwards, he told me that he had not concocted pills for a long time, so his standards had fallen. So he continued to scam me and asked me for some spiritual herbs and immortal herbs to help him recover his standards. An entire day passed, but he was unable to even concoct a single batch of pills."
