Pei Ling's heart sank. He was about to ask what was going on when a clear voice, sounding like a little girl's, rang out. Following it with his eyes, he saw a green-feathered parrot perched on a flowering branch, flapping its wings as it chirped, "Guest, don't make wild accusations. The Hundred Treasures Pavilion was established by the sect. Why would it cheat you disciples? When you buy pills outside, whether they're good or bad depends entirely on your own judgment."
"But everything from the Hundred Treasures Pavilion has been inspected by dedicated professionals."
"For instance, that bottle of Bone Quenching Pills I just showed you was made by Jin Sumian of Ruoxiu Peak."
"She's quite famous on Pill Peak, and is considered one of the disciples most likely to enter the Dao through pill-making in recent years."
"We had to pay a price to persuade someone like her to sign a long-term supply contract."
"How could pills made by someone of her caliber cost the same as pills made by an ordinary person?"
The male cultivator said, unconvinced, "Then bring me some made by an ordinary Pill Master. I've heard of Senior Sister Jin Sumian, but no matter how gifted she is at pill-making, a Bone Quenching Pill is still just a Bone Quenching Pill. It's not like it'll make me ascend on the spot. So why should I waste my money?"
The parrot spoke with conviction. "There's a saying among the common folk: 'Without taking one step at a time, you cannot travel a thousand miles; without gathering tiny streams, you cannot form a river or sea'... Cultivation is all about taking one step at a time. Good pills are naturally better than bad ones! In the mortal world, aren't people who eat great fish and meat generally