Wang Weili listened with black lines all over his face. He had called him over not to hear him praise Chen Mo for being young.
However, after hearing what Wang Weiming said and learning that Chen Mo was a pill master, he understood why Chen Mo had come all the way to the Wang family to demand the Hundred-Year Golden Blood Wood.
Earlier, he had focused only on Chen Mo being a Xiantian Master and had overlooked his identity as a pill master. Mainly because, when someone was already a Xiantian Master, why would he still need to refine pills? In the Martial Arts World, as long as one found a pill master, they would be willing to refine pills for a Xiantian Master.
"Chen Gongfeng, did you come to the Wang family today to recover the Hundred-Year Golden Blood Wood?"
Chen Mo nodded. "That's right! Golden Blood Wood is easy enough to find, but Hundred-Year Golden Blood Wood is extremely precious. As a special herbal medicine, it can be used in different pill formulas to refine all kinds of pills. Since I learned that the Hundred-Year Golden Blood Wood had fallen into your hands, I naturally came looking for it."
"So that's how it is." Wang Weiming sighed. He understood why Chen Mo was so anxious over the Hundred-Year Golden Blood Wood. It was already precious medicinal material. His thoughts were probably similar to Wang Weiming's own—whenever he saw or heard of good medicinal materials, he would find a way to obtain them and refine them into pills.
Seeing the expectant look in Chen Mo's eyes, Wang Weiming wondered whether the other man would faint on the spot if he told the truth.
But he still had to say it. He spoke again, "I'm very sorry, but I've already