Seeing that Lin You wanted to refine pills,
the bruised and battered Li Qianlong panicked as well.
He was truly terrified of getting beaten!
How could pill refining be this easy, as it took him twenty years just to reach the threshold
and barely manage independent refinement.
This guy clearly looked mentally unstable, so when the pill refinement failed,
wouldn't he just vent his anger on him?
Thinking of this,
cold sweat could not help but bead on Li Qianlong's forehead.
"Brother..."
"Isn't it just a Mysterious Fire Pill..."
"We can talk, we can talk."
"Let me go, and I'll have a whole basket sent over to you later—as many as you want."
"This pill... Can we just not refine it!"
Li Qianlong squeezed out a smile that looked even uglier than crying.
Compared to Uncle Zhao's worries, he simply did not want to get beaten anymore.
Just what kind of cultivation realm did this lunatic have?
Why did he, at the peak of the True Core Realm, not have the slightest ability to fight back!
Lin You looked over the pill recipe from top to bottom.
After confirming that he recognized every single word on it,
he finally turned around, patted his chest toward Uncle Zhao, and spoke.
"Uncle."
"Leave it to me, rest assured!"
"Doesn't the Divine Pill Pavilion just use the Mysterious Fire Pill to blackmail you guys?"
"I'll refine it for Ling'er!"
Uncle Zhao looked at Lin You's confident expression, unable to voice any discouraging words for a moment.
Refining pills...
What should he do if his daughter got poisoned...
"Can... this work?"
Uncle Zhao asked uncertainly.
Zhao Ling'er, on the other hand, was carefree. "Let him refine it; I'll eat it even if it's poison."
"The Divine Pill Pavilion!"
"Hmph, as long as Lin You