"Twenty Grade-A Mortal-Grade Qi and Blood Potions."
"One Grade-A High-Grade one, I guess."
"That should be about it."
In an office at the City Martial Division, Chen Yan spoke to Si Wenyi.
"Are these for you?" Si Wenyi asked. Chen Yan smiled without answering.
Si Wenyi hesitated, then nodded and left.
"I'll go get them ready."
She had just stepped outside the office when she leaned against the doorframe and asked gently, with a trace of hesitation, "Um, would you like something to eat? I could get you something from the cafeteria."
"No, thanks."
"Oh, okay." Si Wenyi left.
These were for Chen Yu.
After Chen Yan had tempered his second organ, he completed the Qi and Blood cultivation task and earned five hundred Martial Merit Points.
After that, he opened eleven Pattern Lines in succession. For every three Pattern Lines, Chen Yan earned two hundred Martial Merit Points.
By now, Chen Yan had another eleven hundred Martial Merit Points to his name.
Buying these Qi and Blood Potions had cost him only two hundred points.
He had been caught in the rain, so he wouldn't let his little sister get drenched again.
"You're Chen Yan?"
Just then, a man appeared in the doorway. He was tall and thin, with heavy dark circles under his eyes and messy hair.
The voice sounded familiar.
Chen Yan looked at the man. He had no aura to speak of, and seemed so frail that he might faint at any moment.
"That's me." Chen Yan smiled.
"Sorry, I haven't had time to meet you until now. You've probably heard about me from Old Luo. I'm Shen Yiwei."
"Deputy Chief Shen." Chen Yan spoke with gratitude. This man was undoubtedly a guiding light on the road ahead!
"Sit." Shen Yiwei yawned. "Show me your Crimson