"Hmm?" The moment Lin Bai opened the Storage Bag, his brows immediately furrowed.
Even the hand Lin Bai had reached out paused for a moment!
Afterward, Lin Bai slowly took out the spirit medicines one by one.
The more he examined them, the colder the look on Lin Bai's face became.
Sun De and the hundred-plus other martial artists also noticed that something was wrong with Lin Bai. Sun De stepped forward and asked, "Eastern Alchemist, is something wrong? Aren't these the spirit medicines needed to refine the Demon Soul Pill?"
Lin Bai took out the spirit medicines and coldly glared at the black-clothed martial artist who had previously asked him to refine the pills. Then, Lin Bai said flatly, "These are indeed the spirit medicines needed to refine the Demon Soul Pill. There's nothing wrong with them!"
"But..."
When Lin Bai said this, even his words turned cold.
Nearby, Luo Tian Alchemist, Qi Hua Alchemist, and Fang Zheng Alchemist all revealed faint sneers.
Sun De asked in surprise, "But what?"
Lin Bai said coldly, "But these spirit medicines aren't old enough!"
Sun De frowned. "Not old enough?"
Lin Bai said, "That's right. Refining a Demon Soul Pill requires more than a thousand kinds of spirit medicines, and most of them must be at least five hundred years old. But of the spirit medicines in my hands, only a few are five hundred years old. The rest are all younger than five hundred years!"
"If they aren't old enough, they can't be used as ingredients, and the pill won't be successfully formed!"
Lin Bai said coldly.
"What!" Sun De stared at Lin Bai in disbelief. "This must be Luo Tian and the others' doing!"
Lin Bai smiled. "Naturally, it's their doing. And the martial artists they arranged are probably not