Tap! Tap! Tap!
Footsteps echoed through the empty divine palace.
After passing through the area where Dao tools were displayed, gourds and crystal bottles of varying sizes came into Jiang Chuan's view.
Some of these gourds and crystal bottles were as tall as a person, while the smallest were only palm-sized.
Some contained thousands of pills, while others held only a single one.
"Were these all refined by Peacock Country cultivators?"
Meng Nanxi, following behind Jiang Chuan, examined the pills.
"I really can't bring myself to swallow these."
"Why not sell them to the United States and Ross Country?" Song Zhiyan suggested.
Song Zhiyi asked in surprise, "Zhiyan, why are you treating people as anything but people now? Did Jiang Chuan lead you astray?"
"Can you stop dumping every pot on my head?"
Jiang Chuan, walking at the front, darkened.
Could those barbarian things even count as people?
He, the King of Jiangnan, could admit that Song Zhiyan had been influenced by him, but he absolutely refused to admit that she had been led astray!
"What do you mean, all refined by Peacock Country? Can't you see this old man?"
At that moment, an aged voice rang out.
A White Jade Gourd floated up, its surface densely covered in Dao talismans.
Through its translucent body, they could clearly see a golden pill the size of an infant's fist within.
An illusory little dragon coiled atop the golden pill and spoke to them.
"Which Ancient Immortal refined you, an immortal pill?" Jiang Chuan asked.
"My master was the Jade Bamboo Ancient Immortal who opened Bamboo Mountain Cave Heaven. Back then, my master slew a dragon-race demon immortal and used the essence of its flesh and blood, together with three thousand spirit medicines, to refine me."
The little dragon replied, "I'm sick